I'm higher than some highlanders with the highest standards/
Pop quiz ya like I live to see the finest answers/
Your final exam is scored and furthermore you'll never anything in regards of what your working towards/
I'm a rap titan with the craftsmanship/
I'm outta' this world like NASA ships/
You can't be a part of k** threats or gallants/
Cause you don't have the heart, the sk** sets, or talents/
You wish you could rap but don't have the power too/
So if I were you here's what I would do/
First, I would place my head in the hydraulic press/
Congratulate my girl for having the world's smallest breast/
Second, get yourself a gun, knife, bad mother/
Then compose my will with the one-time pad structure/
Third, buy a plane ticket and 5 dil*os/
For your a**, and then proceed to break the side windows/
Finally, become an alcoholic/
Leaving suicidal notes of you coming out the closest/
I hate your sh** and I pa** no nickels/
I swear I'd listen to an a**hole whistle like/
That's sickening/
Dare to try and you'll get fired like chicken wings/
I'm hard body like the Terminator/
I've come to terminate your perpetrating Schwarzenegger's/
Half man, half machine/
Cyborg Masterpiece/
I feel the God inside touching like a Catholic Priest/
You're like a midget prostitute and probably half as cheap/
The type to take all I've got while I was half asleep/
You couldn't see this with goggles or gla**es/
So much style, you would think that I model for fashion/
I'm deadly with raps/
Flying from machine guns with machetes attached/
See I'm heartless, the lion in the Wizard of Oz/
I'm a crack in the streets, you're like a blizzard from God, I mean/
Please, give me your tour information and I promise you'll get cleared out like Store Liquidations/
I'ma force in the making/
I belong in Star Wars/
Stars soar, shooting at you Paul George Small Forwards/
My dreams are gigantic/
My head's full of water, my mind's the Titanic/
I got, big dreams the size of 5 planets/
I plan to be the best and die with the dynamics/
You spitting is an eyesore/
I'm the driver kicking the pa**engers out the side door/
But I won't because I would rather be eatin' rappers/
Playing COD with prestigious masters while I'm playing cards/
When I'm spitting, most rappers be ducking down/
And you would swear that I was a virgin cause I don't f** around/
But do your hours of searching and say I s** for now/
Mindset: Slaughterhouse for cattle and you stuck with cows/
You're burrito soft/
I break you down like Taco shells at a Taco Bell with Sofrito sauce/
You're life is 'bout as worth as much as a mosquitos cost/
Gravedigger, my graves laid with 8 strippers/
It's whatever, I just spit for fun/
I damage ya and then I'm out like a hit and run/
Bullets fly when I split the guns/
Mission Puns, you will die or die trying to spit to one/
Stay ad you'll get played like a Violin/
You joining orchestras and I'll of course conduct the chorus of the war for the rest of the night/
Get out my reticle, you'll have to reschedule for the rest of your life/
I mean, T-minus 10, I'm launching like a bottle rocket/
Done being nice, I'm here for your life and all the profits/
Your b**h removes here trousers every time that I'm around her like I'm Kenny Powers/
She reminds me of Debbie Downer/
I kick it like Soccer, I'm blessed by the holy father/
If I'm not playing I'm probably f**ing the goalie's daughter/