[Verse 1; B.THE GREAT]
My mind is avant garde, guard with war swords
Blades off lawn mowers, caustic, pluck bars
Like strings from guitars, fire in my lungs
Breath in and out, like Charizard if he smoked Backwoods Narcissistic flow so vile it goes backwards
Fracture, and make you and your grandfather bastards
The way I cook instrumentals to take, I go skillet
Take a skill and unclench my unreal spilling of artillery
Fiasco making little rascals trapped in a capsule
Bashful with a knife at ya Adam's Apple
I'm harassing ones who claim they aim daggers and blasters
At heads, I praise my passion like at a tabernacle
Never average, titan within the clashing
Fasten your seatbelts, and let the heat melt
At ya dome piece, dove peak, thrashing with the beast
Cold bars like an Alaskan, B.THE GREAT puts the ass in assassin
My gat is my contraption, contraction forget compassion
Inaction, and bout to blow up like an allergic reaction
With rapping, you last to class, you late to the blasting
Late to the action, act like you new fashioned
In the back, acting extra, next with less of my upper inner blessing, I'm entering in inter sections and into sections
Perfecting and perplexing my complection with a lectures
Feet first guy, off the floor and wall bandit
Float on the track, you can call me outstanding upstand
Stand up and speak nonsense, can't stand it
John Dillinger with me making new enemies panic
Ate through beats like rust, I'm higher than Mars
Running shit like a new soccer coach
And she blow my whistle, I'm corny dogg
I'm known to hit the jackpots with law of bars
Better catch up with the picture like a accident snapshot
Must of lost your senses, and brain regions
Boy I'm pissing peons off, and sending off eons
So that they be on, the l-e-double s- on
Locked bars, I just make with my applause
Clap at ya missile, little n***a
Because I'm raw, bitch n***a

[Verse 2; B.THE GREAT]
Yo, I never did this for the fortune and fame
Yet I'm an arsonist so I still stand in flames
Let me rephrase, you a sucker, she a sucker, for sucking the dick, Sicker than wipe ya ass with ya hand and shit
So if you even think to go playing, I'm a pop ya basketball
Snatch money from ya pocket and beat ya to a pulp
With the strings off overalls, make you see colors
Like you were stuck at a carnival
[Me and my n***as piss faggots off]
I'll knock you off ya teeter totter
Smash ya head with a beer bottle, and kick ya little brother
Off the monkey bars, pick apart and pick the little pippy
Fucking chicken then kill em, splatter blood on the ceiling
Shake em and kick em, I'm sick
I know but I'm ripping and flipping and pissing on lawns
Cause bitch I'm a the villain
I would love to keep spitting this wicked shit
But we bullshitting, we able to kill beats and reinvent em
"M.F" the villains, you'll catch bullets in seconds, gone