Verse 1:
Some people, ask me where my muse comes from, how I'm the realest sh**
Ask me where an 800 pound gorilla sit
Anywhere. For your benefit I'd pluck it from thin air
And masterpiece it together. Been legit since no chin hair
And when I'm not, the bull in the china shop
I'll slice a break precise from behind, like I got the garrote
No end to the recent rash of goons
I'll Hulk smash them into Fatheads soon, stash them in my bedroom
I get animalistic, tear the heart out and kiss it
Wearing cannibal lipstick, sop the beat with a biscuit
Lend me an ear, you risk it. I'll beat it with explicit
Monster creature features like slasher flicks that rip sh** twisted
I should call this spectacle The Kraken ‘cause when I release it
It's tentacles d**h grasping the whole planet, contracting
Break the English language like TI saying, “Whuhatnin?”
If no beat, I'd be rapping to testicles a**-slapping
Chorus:
Two stomping on the beat, march 1-2
Two stomping on the beat, march 1-2
Two stomping on the beat, march 1-2
Leave a logo bruise from the bottom of your shoes
Verse 2:
Check out my melody. She's pregnant mentally
I suffer high infidelity, what she's telling me
Ya'll just cheerleaders jocking. I'm the linebacker stalking
The quarterback. I tackle him in half and slobberknock him
Then put my arm up to the elbow, up his torso
He was a puppet before, now even more so
Show no remorse for using force. My center's run its course though
I wear a winning face in front of fans like Lee Corso
Soundtrack from p**no. Superheroes, I endorse those
They turn their back; I mark an “A” on ‘em like Zorro
I'm credible, not popular; nonstop with more flows
I'll never see five mic fists, as far as the Source goes
In fact, I'll take an editor's trash mag off the rack
And burn it for the lack of integrity sold for the highest stack
The good guy, reverse that, dressed in all black
And Bo don't know jack, ‘cause Bo can't middle finger smack
Chorus Repeat (2x)
(background) Well, what do you know, the Angle is first up to bat
No batteries included, and no strings attached
No holds barred. No time for move faking
Gots to get the loot, so I can bring home the bacon