I'm the one they call vicious
Future of Rap in the Present call it Christmas
Went from riches to riches
Double magic call it twitches
Cut the beat give it stitches
k** the net with no glitches
My pockets looking nutritious
And my middle name nickel
Trying to get a dill with no pickle
Got it in my blood, gotta cell, sickle
I got that flow, you trickle
I'm underage spitting rage
Grades so bad it spell the city where I was raised
Don't be surprised my size
I'm bigger than you
Physically 5'6
Lyrically I'm 7'2
Even if you amputate my words
I'll demonstrate the grow spurt while I'm dropping verbs
I perform at liver spots like the head of Mr. Burns
So if I'm in the dirty south, I'm spitting out them germs
I've earned
The title like I'm michael
Now I'm in this vicious cycle
Cuz they said my flow was crazy, but they didn't know I'm psycho...