[Verse 1]
Sittin inside a room, plotting plans could plot [Andy?]
Sickest written rhymes couldn't fit inside of a tomb
k** it, kicking sh** like a fetus inside a womb
They tryna gas me up but they couldn't f** with the fumes
Then let's cover your face like you MF DOOM
See this dark skinned kid from the dark side of the moon
Stay on top of this cake like a wax bride and a groom
Blowing up like birthday balloons
But we never going 'pop!'
Stop, this hip hop, nah we rock
Better think again thinkin' you better, I think not