MVP - I lead the league in murder

The way I flow, my foes need neoprene preservers

Tryin′ to stay afloat 'round the GOATI had to write up some meanly-worded verses

′Cause Queens needs a resurgence

Queens needed a surgeon - cut right to the heart of the matter

You dropped your album, but it hardly will matter

For the rest that ever fronted - I just disregard the chatter

I'm the best that ever done it - Jeff Hardy on a ladder

Back with another dose, batter you with fuckin' quotes

Your town′s full of clowns - Gathering of the Juggalos

Hard raps juxtaposed to my disposition

Beat your fuckin′ wig in, then kneel and hug your kitten

Name a sicker dude that you know NOT on a ventilator

I'm Darth Vader with the respirator

I know that Death is waitin′ round every corner - that's why steps evade him

Still living close to the edge is second nature

You′re the second fake to try and get his weight up

By testin' his fate against an ape full of aggressive hatred

From they heard - they′re expectin' Satan

But to my congregation I'm viewed as a respected Savior

Mango-Habanero with the extra flavor

When I spit Straight From The Sewer, no one is left to save ya

I′ll leave ya chest gapin′ - like Riley Reid after that BBC

Hit a DDT and then I flee the scene

Yo, Beast-mode on for sixteen or so

Who you know got a meaner flow?

You defeatin' So? Ha Ha

You′re gonna need the Konami cheatin' code

For extra lives, plus it′s wise to stay on Easy Mode

Steady are you ready - to each his own

Borough of Queens is where I last saw the Queens commode

Burrow my meat, deep in the beat - let the speakers blow

Borrow the beat, then beat it - that's an Alsina loan

I am not a "feature", I′m a creature unleashed

Like Harley Quinn's hyenas - eat you up to the beat

Screamin' ′Fuck the Police′ - call this my semen flow

Cook 'em up for the feast, like pork chicharonnes

I do this for the love AND the piece of gold

Need to own a piece of land, plus the leisure home

Need a peace of mind in these uneasy times

Tootsie slidin′ in my evening robe

My ancestors fought to hard for their freedom for you to ever see me being broke

Pray to God that I don' ever have to sell grams of weed or keys of dope

I ain′t Frank Lucas or Franklin Saint - just want to produce these decent poems

If the streets call, I'm sayin′ "Peace Ya'll" but I blame ya'll for keepin′ my streaming low

If I die - here′s what you need to know

Black People unite despite gender, faith, creed or code

Buy yourself some life insurance and a piece of chrome

Then I bet they'll leave my peeps alone... SO!