Okay, all set? Let's go I'm a raw dude, it's what I evolved to And the shit you heard about me is probably all true And what you call my peers in rap, I call food Cut 'em into little pieces and dip 'em in fondue Cocaine and Chartreuse to get loose and boost These spastic outbursts occurrin' up in the booth I'm writin' these dissertations They writin' like mother goose And their fans must be slow too 'cause they gettin' views But it's cool 'cause I'm ridin' on my own path Stayed out the way of the game and I chose that While they climb the Hollywood Mountain with a broke back Sellin' ass while they sellin' souls, sellin' both that And I could've been G-Eazy, could've signed a big deal Took those very same meetings but I got a weird feelin' Lookin' at it now, that shit gives me the chills 'Cause to be G-Eazy would suck, dawg, for real He on so many drugs, he got me lookin' sober Now wipe that damn make-up off, you fuckin' poser That Satan worshippin' Illuminati shit is over And so is your career, dawg, let me give you closure Throw this motherfucker in a halfway house Before he spits another trash ass bar, just get him out G, you makin' white boys look bad right now And as a white boy, you don't get no pass right now You could say that I'm a dick, I'd be inclined to agree But I'm just sick of all these wannabe lyin' emcee's Little puppets for their labels and secret societies Up at Diddy gatherings, bunch of Hollywood creeps Can't say from first hand, never been to one For the tea, you gotta ask Meek Mill that one Yeah, my skills ain't dull, Yeah, I'm still that one You could say I'm not a legend but I feel like one I'm the bastard son of Shady So, whether or not he chooses to embrace me Doesn't matter, he knows he's the one who made me All those years ago when I was little more than a baby He created a fuckin' monster so, love me or hate me I'm still the fuckin' Jon Snow to the Shadiest throne Thought I wanted it until I started makin' my own North of the wall, underground, where the white walkers roam All alone, but just look at how the Padawan's grown With the death of Slim Shady there's an open slot though Who you think's qualified? Fuckin' Jack Harlow? Fuck no, it'd be a compliment to call him so-so That white man can't jump, I mean shit, he can barely flow I don't know him, I'm just sayin' he ain't got it like that And nor do most of the rappers within my Spotify app And if I don't do it then who else gon' take out the trash? It's a thankless job so I just embrace it as that But why you hatin' Webby? What's the fuckin' matter with you? I don't know? I got bored, didn't have shit to do Crushed an addy and snorted it, now I'm back in the mood To massacre these whack rappers, I'm a savage, it's true I'm not a mean guy, really, I'm just playin' my position Which puts me in a position for rippin' my competition But that don't mean I hate everybody, don't you forget it I got underground alliances with some of the illest I know Canadian rappers, real Canadian rappers Who didn't move to the states and stop claimin' it after Yeah, you know who I mean, that's just my thoughts on the matter And regardless of the science I'm an anti-Daxxer Shout to Merkules, DTG and Quake Shout to Classified and Choclair leadin' the way And any other real Canadians I'm meanin' to say But above all else it's rest in peace Pat Stay Wait, you didn't say Drake, uh, yeah, I know I'm not a girl with bad musical taste or a homo I ain't big enough to diss him though, he's out of my league And after Kendrick caught that body, honestly there's no need So, fuck it, nothin' matters 'cause whatever I do I'm not part of the program so I ain't gettin' the views I could fuckin' cure cancer, go and get on the news I still won't get the credit whenever the credit is due But if you do get mad at what I said today I won't apologize and yes, it was meant that way But fuck it, I can't help the fact I am this way Wish I wasn't sometimes, but fuck it sometimes And sometimes some shit just gotta be said And who else gon' do it? So screw it, go get my meds A couple ketamine crystals and a joint to the head I'm that microphone killa, now that microphone dead