I was bored so I made this real quick
I’m on a roll like scotch and I will finally own my spot
The flow I got has more spins then your whole IPod
I’m past the braggin, come on, this clash has to happen
I’m the best man you got less fans then Alaskan Cabins
I bask in rappin, you’re done, I won’t promise immunity
Your albums sell like light bulbs in Amish communities
Be honest with you and me, my skill, you will never top it
My verse has got more hotlines then the Trevor project
I won’t ever stop it, you’re over when we begin to feud
The best song on your album was the Sentus Interlude
So fuck these gangsters, packin there heat but won’t show
Their faces, fuck it, I sleep on the streets like hobos
If you are facin me you won’t go, I always go harder
Plus you poor on the lines like a Road Marker
I’m so sick that when I’m performing on the stage
They put the surgeon general’s warning on the page