[Verse: ROC] It's the return of the kid, spray tracks with cold venom And metaphors so deep Adele could roll in them My flow is fresher than freshly squeezed lemonade While you s**as adding preservatives like freakin Minute Made Bat a thousand like Barry Bonds, my rap sheet is very long You fighting a losing battle, suggest you don't carry on I'm off the charts, wack rappers should play dead Sub is like my crack, so they call me a basehead Shake them up before I spray like a can of Krylon Artistic vandal, spit hot fire, Dylan Lyrically compare me to gatling gun Going toes with me on wax, wouldn't that be fun? Thirty-four to his back like Charles Barkley on the court Sun Tzu rhyming, homie this the art of war Put these rappers in a coffin, my condolences Stay in your lane if you plan on dropping bowling pins I spit these monkey bars, give y'all something to hang onto Proper differentiation from this fondue I'll take a stand even if I gotta sit in I'm like a broken puzzle piece, I'll never fit in [Hook: ROC] You rap stagnant, you fools get dropped like a bad habit Bout to bloody up this track, man it's mad graphic Sad tactics get blocked up in bad traffic Add magic. I merc beats, ain't that tragic?