I′ve been a beast, with the lyrics and the beats

Handing fatalities to any enemy sent for me

Finish him, flawless, victoryAny MC that ever stepped, I leave him beheaded

Put your neck inside the guillotine

Can't wait to see the looks of disbelief

On all the faces of the haters

And people that disrespected me

When they see these 40 G′s

I bet they start switching they energy

And wishing I'll bless them with the checks

That's getting sent to me

Like I said, what goes around comes back eventually

And karma is a bitch, mine is gonna be pretty, please

Remember kicking me when I was down

Cause that′s the reason you won′t be around to win with me

I don't pay attention to people trying to judge my life

Cause I know none of them could live it

They way too big of bitches

Think they could′ve made it this far

You can forget it

They don't make them like this anymore

They ain′t built out of this shit

They're lucky instead of violence

I choose forgiveness

Cause all the shit I went through

Could′ve really made me vicious

These frail ass dudes

Couldn't stand in a pair of my shoes

They too timid to even make it a single minute

I was molded by the pain

Shit, I'm Bane, I was raised in it

You and me are not the same

I was made different

I′m a real one, could′ve folded

I'm still standing, I′m a soldier

Been through shit that could've killed me

But it didn′t, I got stronger

Even built my suit of armor

So them sticks and stones

You toss them way too soft

Throw them harder

You a weakling, oh my mama

If I speak it, then I mean it

I got honor

Sacrificed my life for both my daughters

I'm a martyr, Jesus Christ

I′m surprised I ain't learned how to walk on water

The shit I spit go harder than both the Carters

Holly Grove to Marcy Gardens

That ain't a artist with the skills I got

I promise, oh my God

I hope it kills them like Kenny

When my pockets get fat as Cartman

I can write it and produce it

Turn silence into music

With nobody′s help all by myself

I can do it at a level

That leaves most professionals looking foolish

Nobody in the game can hang if I gave them nooses

Treat you like Forrest Gump

Be upstairs banging your mama

And when I′m through

Come tell you how much she cares about your schooling

Checkmate

Get ready for another Kim K sex tape

Whip your ass faster than Ali

If you called him Cassius Clay

After the name change

Treating rappers like I'm Jason Voorhees

With a universal door key

At a all girls dorm

Full of clumsy whores

With no vocal cords

That means they can′t run or scream

Flow doper than morphine

My name tastes fresher than Listerine

Whenever they mention me

I'll instantly blow any opposition to smithereens

They should run like they got a million legs

They some millipedes

Cause when it come to beef

Been a drill like antihistamines

I can′t be put in no box

I'm way too sly of a fox

I′ll find a way out that box

I think outside of the box

Yo, you don't want a box

Cause you'll end up in a box

I′ll steal your soul

And keep it like a souvenir in a box

If Alice in Chains met the man in the box

That′s how I leave you chained in a box

I'll take your bitch and play with her box

Like a kid that forgets the toy

And thinks the gift is the box

I′ll fuck your bitch in my socks

I'll take a lock

And treat it like a red hot chili pepper′s cock

And put that bitch in a sock

And sock you in the head with the sock

That I filled with the lock

Don't get left in red socks

Cause your bitch call me big papi

I said put a sock in

And I don′t play for the socks

Especially in Boston

More likely white ones in the Chi though

Same color as OJ's bronco

After he cut that bitch head off

And ran from the 5-0

I'ma needle in the hay

Rap Rumplestiltskin

Sell a pair of stilts to a midget

Wanna know what my sales pitch is

If you can′t reach shit

These′ll make you taller little man

Then I just walk away with twenty dollars in my hand

Like holla

I sleep with your mama

Then leave with your daughter

Hakuna Matata

No worries no problems

I'll rip your heart out like Kano

Then eat it like Dahmer

These rappers fake and I know it

That′s artificial intelligence

Like AI

I'll call this track calisthenics

Cause it′s a warm up like practice

But I'll still smash em if I skipped it more times

And AI said practice

That time he skipped practice

Nothing sweet about these bars

They not candy but king size

And my assigned seat fit for a king

And that′s obviously me right

When it come to this rap shit

Cause I do that shit in my sleep guy

I'm sicker than a Zika mosquito

I get a bitch to give me a little head

But the urge to commit murder with words

It's like one bitch at how bad I been itching to scratch it

Many wrote checks with they mouth

But they bounced when it came time to cash

And they ran out of luck

Like a ticket that didn′t win when they scratched it

I have a threesome with identical twins

Tell em I know which one is which

Then get em mixed up

And forget which one is sucking my dick

I tell em both that they sister is hotter

To get a sister to fight her

But wouldn′t know who to root for to win if they did

But I bet a stack

Whoever win gon look exactly like the bitch that I picked

If there was two of you against Ben

You could still never win

If you and him put your heads together

Like you can join twins

I'm taking out the trash

And these rappers are garbage

I′ll be the garbage man today

I was the butcher yesterday

Chopped em up in pieces

Threw the parts in the garbage

And came back and got em all today

I'm lion hearted like Simba

Whatever the light touches is mine and beyond it

I′ll cut a bitch off quicker than Zazu

If she doesn't quit talking

It′s still easier to leave the pride behind

When you can't trust a Nala for Nada

But breaking hearts and telling lies

I seen so many friends die

I really miss my Pumbas and Timones

They all you got when Mufasa dies

It's hard to be all Hakuna Matata

When you don′t have him

Cause that makes the Matatas seem like they got Hakuna end

Do your homework pal

What you know about how

I pull a sassy bitch

Then be homework bound

You don′t have a shadow of a chance

To even shake your hand

She'd probably leave you standing with your hands out

Now they got they hands up

I′m the illest hands down

Now they got they hands out

Ricky Bobby they don't know what to do with they hands now

Find out about two that mind do right now

Roberto Duran

They turn the stone in a fight

Or the opposite

Be smooth as lotion on your bitches behind

I might throw a gang sign

Get in a gang fight

Have to cripple a crip

Make a blood bleed out in the street lights

Since first grade I had that grade A word play

The game I′m spitting could get the pennant

I never even slid in the first base

Was rarely single in the first place

But hit tons of home runs

Skipped every base and went straight to home plate

In case you slow

That means I stuck my dick in pink

Before I made my fingers stink

In other words I ain't make out

Dry hump or nothing

Skip fiddling with the clitoris

And went straight to fucking

Shit I had more perfect tens in my life

Than the Olympics

I dropped more dimes than Jason Williams

And I did that with a mediocre flow and broke

Now that I′m at my prime

Wait until they hear this shit

I could probably get rich selling raffle tickets

How many bitches be wanting this dick

Be in the bedroom doing Brazilian Jiu Jitsu

With big booty Brazilian bitches

Cause my mind is shining like Jack Nicholson

I'm fucking brilliant

So till then it's no fun and all business

When y′all had your Teddy Ruxpin

And was hooked on phonics

I was getting my nuts licked

And hooked on chronic

Y′all couldn't even read yet

I memorized every word of the chronic

If I get signed to Dr. Dre

That aftermath′ll be ironic

I tell a bitch make yourself at home

Get comfortable

Let your hair down like Rapunzel do

Then slip something in a drink

That bitch fell asleep with Mr. Huxtable

I eat a rapper like they Uncrustables

And Lunchables

Save the Jell-O for Bill Cosby

They all just mortals in combat

With a God I cage kick him like Johnny

My flow dope like 30 damn 30 milligram Roxies

Watch me spit a sweet rhyme

Rapping these cavities

I leave a tooth hurting

Check the clock

What time is it

Probably 2.30

Any rapper looking for me like Nemo

Please bro

Forget about it like Dory

Tell him I'm never too worried

Please hurry

I′ll tie his noose for him

He tripping like the class clown

Tied his shoes for him

He fucking up like Channel 4

I got some news for him

These my Jim Morrison flows

They bout to open doors for me

I tell a bitch hello

I love you

Now get nude for me

They should reward me for the flows I write

Just like Philadelphia sun

I always shine

I spit lyrical wet willies

Get a bitch pussy so wet

You'll have to put it in a bowl of rice

I can afford sexual intercourse

With any bougie whore I like

My flow hotter than a slice of pie

From the movie Life

It burn the roof of my mouth

Every time I try to spit a line

It′s Afficial

Don't say nothing if you can't get it right

If the warden or woman play your monopoly properly

Get out of jail free probably if you hit it right

You gotta be kidding me

Any MC′s still living

It′s only cause I ain't killed them

I′m the reason they still alive

They should be thanking me for the way I can lyrically gift them life

I'm a lyrical genius

Or possessed by demons

Either way I′m walking on water

Like Jesus

Watch me step on it and walk away

Or just act like Moses and move it out the way

Then turn that shit into wine and take a fucking drink

Don't poke a sleeping grizzly

You a kid to me bear cub

You mogulies know you′ll be scared once

I act like I'm Shang Tsung and changing to Sheer Khan

I strike the fear of God in the rappers

While I'm wearing this fear of God

Spitting these scriptures

Don′t make me hit you with the word of God

It′s safe to say I still got it

I'll put a beat on life support

With the fire that I′m writing for it

Then I'll pull the cord and take it′s life away

When I hit the mic and record it

Homie stop it

Somebody tell him proceed with caution

The shit I'm spitting missing chromosomes

You know the flow is so retarded

Don′t become a target

And make me kick you into oblivion like a Spartan

They paying for the shit I'm weighing brother

Like I'm Sean and Marlon

I′m planning funerals

Somebody get the casket for him

I guess they got a death wish

I′m about to grant it for him

And then I shoot the pallbearers

So there's nobody there to carry it to the cemetery for you

I′m the definition of a rapper's paranoia

Might have to kill them and take care of they family for him

I′ll sell these suckers like the one that put the pampers on them

I'm the nicest

Call this ISIS

Boy prepare for torture

I′ll leave you seeing stars

Fuck them with this thing of ours

Like coastal nostril

Cause the shit I'm spitting is golden boy

Like I'm Oscar de la Hoya

Roaming with killers

My gorillas

They go bananas on you

Float sharper than a blade

Don′t make me go Baraka on you

Blow your brain Cobain

I do you like Nirvana

I′m about to dog a Chihuahua

Like I'm a Rottweiler

You all barking

No bite

I′ll stick my canines on you

Getting money now

So everybody wanna be my cousin now

Acting like they tongue loud

Cause I kick it like Liu Kang

I'll show you a better plan

To get some money in your head

And if you follow the method man

Like Wu-Tang

The shit I spit is heaven sent

Bless him with that God flow

But also give him hell with it

Lyrical weapon

Pull the trigger

I leave him dead and shit

Wanna know who did it

Play my shit

And you can listen to the evidence

Cause when I′m spitting

It's like a written confession

I might as well be snitching on myself and shit

When I was out of cheese

They was counting sheep

So I let them sleep

But the money woke them up

Like a Folgers cup

They think I′m a calculator

How they counting on me

Type 304 and flip it over

Ho

It's fucking over

Everything I spit is dope

Like I'm fucking Homer

Open wide and eat my shorts

While I still got them on

You got that school zone flow

That don′t come close to this Autobahn

I have a threesome with a kindergarten teacher

And a soccer mom

And I ain′t leaving till all the fruit snacks

And juice box is gone

Make 50 babes feed me grapes

While they each read 50 pages of 50 shades of grey

Under the shade tree

You see them glittering from the 50 polygamy

Engagement rings

And I never even bent my knee

But bent many MC's over it

Best believe it′s over with

What would Jesus do

Shit

I did what Hova did

Throwing diamonds up

With the all seeing eye in it

Checkerboards

Rockefeller records

Boys

New World Order

Cabal records

Boy

The shit I spit is undeniable

I'm liable to sacrifice a rapper

This lyrical blood liable

Boy

These next three bars is dedicated to the retards

Taking these Illuminati subliminals

Way too fucking literal

Just because I′m about to be an Illuminati star

Don't mean I have to be an Illuminati criminal

Now I′m Whinnie

Cause this shit I'm spitting is the pooh

I step on a piglet

Eeyore

I used to be blue

It was my birthday

Nobody knew

Catch a tigger by the toe

And even if he holler

I still won't let him go

Until he choose, an eeny, meeny, miny, hoe

You dirty dish rag, you

You couldn′t fit my twos

Not even my kids tap shoes

Kenny Wayne Shepard

Blue on black

That′s a big ass bruise

I'm this good at rap

Because I grew

Studying the greats

I forgot more about music than you ever knew

Might let a black dog out

To chase the yard birds in a kashmir sweater

Make your career crash like a lead zeppelin

I′m eager to Bob Seger the Jimmy Page

My Eddie Van Halen talent

Gon' get me Eddie money and bring me pay

Michael Myers

Austin Powers

Halloween

Witching hour

Lemon sour

In the shower

Getting my dick devoured

The shit I spit is lit like Bowser

Come up missing

Where in the world is Mr. Lauer

LeBron shit

Clap my hands

Throw up the powder

The cement couldn′t prevent the concrete flowers

You can take Da Shiki out the hood

But you can't take the hood out her

Please bring me the smoke

I′m like a chimney bro

They ain't say nothing

All I hear is crickets

You must be Jiminy bro

If they coming to test me

I leave them resting in peace

And the rest in pieces

So let them know

They on they way to kill themselves

Tell them to bring a rope