[Verse One]
Jay Kali, k** em all, No Future Wolf Gays
k** Tyler, The Creator, next comes The Game
Air Max Nikes, walkin with the blue strings
Honorary crip, that should be my new name
Go to the unenmployment line, visitin The Game's new place
k** Lil' Wayne, and he who creates, I guess Odd Future's gonna need to replace
(Swag)
Sittin' here with my rhyme book
Here take a look, steal 'em, they won't sound half as good
Half of half of a halfway crook, an eight of the game lays awake, afraid and shook
If your a martian, or a goblin, you've inheritted auto immune difficiency syndrome
The Game and Dwayne, fake gangsta look
I'm crapping on you rappers who saying swag and singing hooks
Your hopes narrow, your futures bleak, just get with it
Your operations are more limited, than operating a Sega Genesis
Super h*mo, glad that 50 overlooked you, cuz the fact is your retarted, truth
[Hook]
I'm a Martian (I'm a goddamn Goblin)
We are not the same, I am a Martian
[Verse Two]
An hour ago, Tyler was taking it up the bu*t
Probably getting it from odd human, Frank Ocean
Bruno Mars has twice your swag, and touches less bu*ts
Than what you have and what you touch in a month
Umm, you s**? Finally admitting it?
I wish Dre would carve you up on Detox,
Jay Kali, bustin out the Glocks, muffled with a sock
Shoot you in the head, and leave you dead like 2Pac
(F You Tyler)
Jesus and Mother Theresa
Are gon be the next to jack the beat, and carve you up on this feature
My team is the best, we're creasing up your Adidas
Stab you in the back, while riding up your g-string
When I hearing your rhymes, I wanna escape
Your just gay, putting it in The Game
If they say, your raps sound like a dragon, spittin fire, I ain't sweating
Everybody rapping better than you, that is destined
[Hook]
[Verse Three]
k**... bloods... we all know that's what I do
Like what's good, k**in' all them Piru
And now I've got his beat jacked too, screw you
I spit like the dentist holdin open a tooth
I'll show up with your casket at your next video shoot
Chopped you up, and made cannibal soup
Mixed it with Dwayne's Blood, makin it for Snoop
Than I served him the blue bowl, with a Bon Bon too
The Game is a girl scout, he in the Pom Pom troop
Sellin cookies on the block, in his armani Suit
(Where was Snoop?)
I don't know, probably k**in you
Cuz if you near my uncle, hes gonna crip you, crip weezy, crip who?
Cripped you in the leg, now your a cripple, walkin with a limp, too
Mad that The Game ain't straight, so I punched him in the face, now he missin a tooth
[Hook]