[Produced by Rebel]
Verse 1:
See when I spit it's Corn flakes, it's Crunch Time
Looking at all these rappers like; "Oh My God it's lunch time"
Master-chief when comes to cooking up this sh**
I just shake it then I bake it, Rick Bobby on this b**h
See for me it's more than a Hobby when I spit
But n***as still tryna compare a freaking floppy with a disc
They tried to knock but they missed
And they won't amount to sh**
My lines leave you Stone Cold, they call them Rocky when they hit
Have you ever stopped to wonder, and just ponder on this sh**?
How these rappers talking sh** but they hide behind their clique
Internet Gangsters be thuggin' but they hide behind their click
Errbody getting Shmurdered I go Bobby on this b**h
*brief intermission*
Verse 2:
You'll never find nobody quite like this
No idea where I be headed I'm like ISIS (Hol up)
You'll never find nobody quite like this
No idea where I be headed I'm like ISIS
I'm like Ali, George Foreman, or 50 Tysons
I'm so enticing
Your flow static my sh** is lighting
I'm so enlightening
Got the heart of a viking
Nightmare on any street Goddamn-it my sh** frightening
Give a man a mask they'll show their true colors
Cause deep inside we all demon, we bloods**ers
Lust lovers...and for love we all s**ers
But I ain't catching no feelings cause I'm sick of these motherf**ers
Man I use to be a nice guy, but heart break is an a** Yo
And nice guys finish last so
Imma be a dick or an a**hole, whichever you can handle
I'm down for the scandal
- Rebel