I'm feelin like a boss, wearin two chains
Droppin bombs on the beat like I'm Hussein
Girls lookin at me and they seem infatuated
Cuz lookin at my face is like a form of masturbation
No exaggeration I think that I'm underrated
Rap is saturated with a bunch of fakin playa hatin
There be fact and fiction and these b**hes blur the difference
Callin me suspicious but I've seen it I'm a witness
I should testify even though I'd be a snitchhhh
When you're stuck in jail I'll be f**in wit yo b**hhh
Mark Anth leather, kasmeer sweater
I don't mean to brag but you ain't gonna do it better
I don't usually rap this f**in co*kily
But this sh** is a contest and you ain't stopping me
Lyrically I'll break yo back you can call me Bane
Spiritually I'll shake yo faith God don't mean a thang
Physically, I'm impaling yo a**-hole
Wit a flag-pole just to go and set a damn exam-ple
f** the mercy b**h and I ain't talkin Lambourgini
I'm not gonna grant yo wishes mothaf** a genie
If you got problem wit me come and f**in see me
Buffalo, New York, is my home, come and take a beating
If I was getting paid for your hot lines and rhymes
I would be hungry and homeless not even own a dime
Don't enter this contest it's a waste of time
I guarantee the judges knowin that this win is mine