[Produced by Rebel] Verse 1: See when I spit it's Corn flakes, it's Crunch Time Looking at all these rappers like; "Oh My God it's lunch time" Master-chief when comes to cooking up this sh** I just shake it then I bake it, Rick Bobby on this b**h See for me it's more than a Hobby when I spit But n***as still tryna compare a freaking floppy with a disc They tried to knock but they missed And they won't amount to sh** My lines leave you Stone Cold, they call them Rocky when they hit Have you ever stopped to wonder, and just ponder on this sh**? How these rappers talking sh** but they hide behind their clique Internet Gangsters be thuggin' but they hide behind their click Errbody getting Shmurdered I go Bobby on this b**h *brief intermission* Verse 2: You'll never find nobody quite like this No idea where I be headed I'm like ISIS (Hol up) You'll never find nobody quite like this No idea where I be headed I'm like ISIS I'm like Ali, George Foreman, or 50 Tysons I'm so enticing Your flow static my sh** is lighting I'm so enlightening Got the heart of a viking Nightmare on any street Goddamn-it my sh** frightening Give a man a mask they'll show their true colors Cause deep inside we all demon, we bloods**ers Lust lovers...and for love we all s**ers But I ain't catching no feelings cause I'm sick of these motherf**ers Man I use to be a nice guy, but heart break is an a** Yo And nice guys finish last so Imma be a dick or an a**hole, whichever you can handle I'm down for the scandal - Rebel