Don't f** it up, like this beat isn't on top of me
I already started so there's no way that you're stopping me
Please isn't a magic word. It's like I'm Buu you're Babidi
And I'll just rape the beat without giving it apologies
Claiming you're the sh** and knock them out with your aroma
If your verses knock them out, my verses knock them in a coma
You say that you're Superman, you're just a boy and ain't a soldier
Cause you're not brave enough for this world, you need some soma
Thinking it's a holiday, you're just left comatose and
You say that you always ball, but you're no Amber Rose and
It cost to ball hard, and I'm not bowling kosher
So you vomit on a track, well this ain't a roller-coaster
So you don't spit, you vomit? I two girls and one cup it
Like Giovanna to her tampons, all of your raps can s** it
I can make you all look lazy like the eyes on Uncle Ruckus
Like Alyssa to her dog, I'm out just screaming "f** it!"
Claiming if this beat is Russia, you're a meteorite
But you've all f**ed it up so much, the word is redefined
You're about as real as the girl that dated Manti
That's the type of sh** that's known to make a pope resign
I'm out flexing the beat that you can't bend
Your verse is dumb and dumber, you're running to Aspen
All of these dudes are more fruity than Ashton
While I go harder than two and a half men
Short tempered, I should go to anger management
Making Hulk look happy so you wouldn't know how mad I get
No, it isn't personal. Adapting to the ambiance
k** it like the blade runner and say it was an accident
Two types of people, either you're ignoring me
Or you're saying I lack original steez
So you've got two choices, you either vote for me
Or get cut, like you just saw Justin Bieber smoking weed