Chorus: 8-Bit I'm a motherf**in' beast n***a I'm always working hard, do a bar on the beat It's a motherf**in' feast n***a So wake yo a** up, get the f** up out yo sheets 'Cuz we living in yo dreams Verse 1: Pope Gregory XIII This is one nightmare won't get caught in a dream catcher Popping 50 Xannies so I'm sleeping like Heath Ledger Give you the tip, it's like you swinging at Mayweather f** with the Huxtables, man I'm tighter than Cosby sweaters Phasing through Carl Sagan, we coming through snatching faces I was there at creation, admit it this boys amazing Blatantly berating these rap kids in the game today Vene vidi vici and I'm here to stay The end of days is almost upon us Blow you away like some sawdust f** the world like I'm Kronos I was broken in august And I was snorting the product Did it with blunts so that chronic But look now b**h how I'm flawless and I'm just being honest Chorus Verse 2: Pope Gregory XIII I bet you hear but ain't listening f**ing with me will leave your b**hes in stitches Bleeding and twitching in ditches, we bringing back the lynchings Life ain't giving out wishes, just over ripe lemons To old to play the victim I'm looking through vapors for wisdom Since ain't no food in my kitchen Did I forget to mention?! 14 and my conscience was missing Now I'm knifing these b**hes I got a pipe for these b**hes Open yo eyes and you'll learn that i am an idol to n***as They cannot handle I'm flawless Got em bowing like they were falling for autumn Rap ain't nothing but allusions and call ems But this sh** will get him girls that are white as a phantom Every man for himself but its like you pushin' a tandem Always packin' two magnums, moving weight you can't fathom Water the astrology but to hot to be handled Jack a jetpack from Jack Black and burn the preamble This a good example of what happens when I ramble b**h! Chorus