Nigga I will rap a circle 'round, a circle 'round you I navigate with wizardry throughout the Earth around you Shout-out to Drake, no bitch could be the "Best I Ever Had" My candy cane dick and mint balls But she ain't suckin' if her breath is bad! Sufferin' Succotash right now I'm bubbling, fuck a past Google me, hoochie groupie, watch what I come up as I'm the man in this bitch, so by demand in this bitch Now, bitches want my attention like the Canibus diss You ain't got no mechanical mandible quit handling dick We liked you before the army, now we ain't a fan of your shit You know my MAC pop, Detroit is my backdrop Now, shut your ass up and go have some sex with your laptop Ha, you too nerdy I'm too scurvy, one gun pointed at your head My silhouette lookin' like two-thirty The only thing in this life I can't fight is violence Bar Exam 3 dropping same night the fight is You sleeping, I'll take a knife and aim right for your eyelids (Slaughterhouse!) Right, I got an insane cypher And if you step in my lane, claiming you way nicer I'ma be wiping your brains off of my Range wipers I will handle you, the .357 gon' handled, dude The barrel stick out longer than the handle do I'll shoot you, your crew, and the cops riding with you I got issues, they call me "Shots Fired" Nickel Equivalent to the psychical lock by a pitbull To whip me is impossible Rock a pinnacle, drinking the opposite of subliminal thinking Compared to y'all, I'm a don, a criminal kingpin I see why these niggas wanna run When I invite them to the loneliest place in the world one-on-one And tell your mama I'm a baller Matter fact, tell your mama I'ma call her Hurricane flowing like water, I'm grounded like Katrina I sound like I fell in all New Orleans Allow me to go Dionne Warwick (Warwick!) And make a prediction for the future drama, I'm for it You just melodic artists I bring all of my private parts to your private party And stick 'em inside your daughter Psychotic aura, the hat on my head is not a fedora The reason why your wifey's bottom is sorer Benzino the hardest nigga? You know don't know him for hammers You know him for talking shit with Norey behind the cameras I blam at you I damage you Wait—did I just say "blam at you and damage you?" Fuck it! These niggas amateurs I handle toasters, I'm feeling like my Grammy closer And your bitch can feel a "ping" like Emani Poster Walkin' around with handheld ovens that ring Or change your color like Sammy Sosa I'm sicker, man, who grosser? I spit it from the stomach with a ulcer And if you want it, you can come in closer And experience the taste of a knuckle sandwich Waste your father, waste your mother, fuck your parents Play with me, you know you playing on All-Madden You all that until your potato get au gratin You all phony, Tony Montana 'Til I stick you in the dirt and call you Earth-tone like fall fashion Haha! Pardon, I had to laugh at that one Usually I laugh at rappers Wrap both of my hands around they Adam's Apples and squeeze Until they see the light inside the tabernacle No coming back from that one! You know Royce gon' kill y'all niggas, right? Ha! That nigga's crazy!