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