Verse 1 Behold the dramatic; lyrical fanatic with a cynical status Like a hacked Facebook here is a free left hook to the face you can have it I cruise through your hood reeking havoc on my carpet like Aladdin Mad is you ‘cause I soar above the stratus I make the peeps jump so high it shatters their shin Look at these other rappers run like they saw a shark fin Lord protect me in every conflict I be in Then when I'm done wash me clean of all my sins Laid on your back here comes the pin 1 2 3 I'm in it for the win If you get money making it rain, I make it hurricane Once I spit I'm an animal that can't be tamed It's your funeral son, the end of your tale So many black suits you'd think H&M had a blowout sale You're worthless this verse served my purpose You laying in the back as I drive the hearse off this cliff