Who wants to step to me?
I've got a secret recipe
To battle anybody in the crowd
Trying to heckle me
Step away from the mike
Lest ye be cursed with leprosy
And start cleaning toilets
In the barracks for some extra cheese
I'm an artist
Who's known to scar folks
When I get into detail
And stop speaking in broad strokes
Chops that a**
Like karate
If you keep hating on me
That's all right but I'm gonna have to serve somebody
(Hook)
Serve somebody
Walk up in my place
And I'm dressed kind of cla**y
Step up in my face
You get served something nasty
You don't want to battle me
Mc booty; I bust that
Don't touch that
My rhymes have rabies like lyrical muskrats
Think you're a rebel?
I leave rappers disheveled
Dazed in the basement
While I'm on the top level
They revel and sulk
I heavily pedal my hulk-
Esque ego, keeping MCs
Steadily shook
Got crooks in every little cranny and knook
I roll by, then throw in the hook
Make sure they heard how
I'm gonna have to serve somebody
Hook
You don't want beef
You're a vegetarian... Really
You'll get sliced, diced and served
In vegetarian chilly
I got carnivorous flows
You're out the chopped liver bin
I eat MCs on beats (beets) in these streets
I'm out to k** again
Confidence will disapear
So mysterious
Rhymes so weird, you won't believe your eyes
'Cause I'm the eeriest (ear-iest)
Not the type to be jaded
Because I'm hated on
But the next dude I find hating
Is getting waited on
An I'mma serve somebody
Hook