I play it off like I sent my friends/
'Cause I'm a Super Saiyan God with Kaioken times ten/
The Supreme Kai of Rhymes ain't got nothing on me/
'Cause my Ki's supreme/
The talent one with infinite Galick Guns/
My version of this world never had a sun/
To keep it bright, only by the moonlight were you free of sight/
It's hard to teach the brain to learn well/
When you're dumb as f*** and should've remained a s**m cell/
Even back then, I would sin with the brides/
'Cause I was hunting like them 1800 Indian Tribes/
Buffalo Bills/
And my pullout game strong she can f*** with no pill/
Why the f*** I'm so ill?/
I just be conducting murders/
Like I'm from the streets and I f*** it up like Construction Workers/
I'm gifted 'cause I'm true like the Z-Plan/
And God gifted you a noose on a tree branch/
I'm as cold as a damn lobster/
Turn you to a roach, a child of Franz Kafka/
Checkmate ya like Bobby Fischer/
My knowledge bigger than six figures, leave you disfigured like Nazi Soldiers/
I'm awfully older than I appear in the flesh/
I'll be turning 5000 in 9 years or the next/
One day I'll be a family guy/
With rhymes as my kids, I did in fact find my mind to be family sized/-
AAAHHHHH?
I don't leave you with a piece of mind/
Wanna piece of mine?/
Your persona will get redesigned/
I'm always better like the Arcade version/
I can tell your girl enjoys it 'cause she's always on my joystick/
'Cause I'm the best of its kind/
When it comes to the box, it gets checked like it's signed/
Why you mad? I only said it for the hell of it/
To get to me, you'll need to improve on your developments/
Of flows and bars/
There's more to it than hoes and cars/
And the drug life, 'cause bud light ain't ya blood type/
I'm the man with the picture/
Leave you covered in red like you were fans of the clippers/
Pac-man's packing for sure/
I achieve the perfect maximum score when Penny's back on the board/
In your mouth like local orthodontists/
Unorthodox with the shots, go check the board of optics/
My flow expensive as f***, you can't afford to cop it/
Only way to beat me is with guns so co*k it/
The reason why they made dispatchers/
You fighting with knives, me? AK's with grenade attachments/
Bring a chainsaw to wear your face for fashion/
Here's the caption: everybody face the captain/
Forthcomings of corpse-dumping with Forest Gump in the War with Vietnam/
Not underground with the Viet Cong/