[VERSE 1]
Flow is telekinesis, tell your friends and nieces
You rest in pieces after our encounter and meet Jesus
I'm the cleanest, but still unknown and unheard
Ignorant fools who listen get bu*thurt
I get your mental capacity blown with my dastardly flow
Every sheet of lyrics are put up as a masterpiece show
You ain't never heard worse my words are loud like gunbursts
I can switch any style I want on the fly
Like hitting inner rhymes at an given time
50 feet away from me, and you're far from perfection
There's no one deeper on the mic that has this attention
You can call me p**y, but I'm still the top cat
So forget all the rubbish you put out, no one's gonna cop it
Forget your doubts, I'm never outta metaphors
My lyrics leave haters bleeding, that's what the medic's for
Cause I only like my opponents like I like my sushi, extra raw
[HOOK]
Maybe it's the henny, maybe the patron
Maybe it's just you being in the zone
Maybe it's the barcadi, who knows?
Chance is, You must be drunk on the bottles
Maybe it's the cris, maybe it's the jack
Maybe it's the bud, making you none the wiser
Maybe it's just you thirsty to be the best at rap
Regardless, you must be drunk on the bottles
[VERSE 2]
Whether mixed left or right, my flow stay centered
My notebook's gonna be k**ed over by collectors
I don't have an ego, why would you think that?
Set up a battle, and the pussies better show in the flesh like skinned cats
f*ggots wanna try to stop the style that I'm trying to bring back
So when the 2x4 swings, they better think fast
Screw everyone, and keep your goddamn distance
I'm also suing you for saying your the best, which in turn is copyright infringement
A demented sentence gets your feelings damaged
Remember to keep me in rotation like a ceiling fan, kid
I always got more arms than a centipede
Many see that it's not safe to mention me
Cause I'll appear out of the mist indefinitely
And split your wig from a 45 angle degree
My lyrics aren't a gimmick, they always stun fakes
And I'll be banking millions on you dumba**es until Sunday
[HOOK]
[VERSE 3]
Forget the ruckus, I got pain for you s**ers
You couldn't bounce with me even if you were made of rubber
If you follow me, you'll undoubtedly end up in the dumpster
Or literally have you lying undercover
My repotoire set the bar so high for the next to par
Point blank is I don't like you period, like a menopause
The seminar's tonight, you should attend
The curriculum is on how to use a pen
My flow's innovative, on point and appreciated
Get a**imilated, can't keep a mistake I created
Slash a cat's face, that's what I call getting a clean cut
Y'all only lean on me after I busted your knee up
I wrote this down in 30 minutes max
Low cla** relaxation, sitting back in my flat
Take your novels and throw them off a cliff
That's the only way you'll drop knowledge on a kid
[HOOK]