[Verse 1: Abstrakt] Inspect the crevices, flowing like ma** funeral services Already got the style that you're foraging So it's quite unfortunate you're still up to forging it Scorching it, this beat is slightly toasted past the mitts Awkward like a mergence of a hundred nerds and virgins So cue in the diversion but not the third version My eye vision blurry but don't worry it's not the third Now I'm getting irked so I go off and flip the bird Bridging the gap between the 40's and the sub- Terranean complex to access the mental grub Rub-a-dub-dub I'm wiping off the scrubs With spit so clean no need for rubber gloves It's been said around that I flow quite verbal Personal, I got to hand it to the snow white herbal Forget these dry Swishers, coming through with Optimos Rolled up with a dub and a rub of the purple promos Yeah, I'm actually pretty fond of leanin' Half an hour fiendin' now I'm hitting up my demons Need I remind you I'm the amateur damager Stamina manager, and if you step up, I'll go and ravage ya' Some say my style's outdated and I don't got it But when I dropped Bucket, all these cats applauded Others say my lyrics are violent and I don't got it So I grab a bu*ter knife and slice their oblongata Really though, I just have fun with imagination Leaving impressions I'm a scrawny abomination [Bridge: Jay-Z] Motherf**ers can't rhyme no more, 'bout crime no more [Verse 2: Abstrakt] So these kids just write a rap about a life they can't afford What's the best way to call someone a fat lard? They jumped up at a party and the party done cracked hard My flows are really stupid you should call me a raptard But at the same time I'm spitting fire like Reptar Self-destructive, I'm Amanda Bynes on Twitter Popping xannies and acne and packing one-hitters Always hectic, got sk**s, don't need to flex it Confusing other rappers as if they were dyslexic Destroying tracks like it's a full-length feature Lean back and enjoy a nice slice of my pizza I'm generating buzz that got the bees jealous Leaving you scratching heads and amused like feet fetish I get higher than Asian scores on math tests I'm out of time like Marty dressed in life vests I'm the kid your mommy said not to talk to I'm the curse that mummies give to stalk you I'm the figures you see when you're without a light I'm the sounds that keep you up in your bed at night I'm Abstrakt