I play it off like I sent my friends
Cause I'ma Super Saiyan God with Kaioken times ten
The Supreme Kai of Rhymes ain't got nothing on me
Cause my Ki's supreme
The talent one with infinite Galick Guns
My version of this world never had a sun
To keep it bright, only by the moonlight were you free of sight
It's hard to teach the brain to learn well
When you're dumb as fuck and should've remained a sperm cell
Even back then, I would sin with the brides
'Cause I was hunting like them 1800 Indian Tribes
Buffalo Bills
And my pullout game strong she can fuck with no pill
Why the fuck I'm so ill?
I just be conducting murders
Like I'm from the streets and I fuck it up like Construction Workers
I'm gifted 'cause I'm true like the Z-Plan
And God gifted you a noose on a tree branch
I'm as cold as a damn lobster
Turn you to a roach, a child of Franz Kafka
Checkmate ya like Bobby Fischer
My knowledge bigger than six figures, leave you disfigured like Nazi Soldiers
I'm awfully older than I appear in the flesh
I'll be turning 5000 in 9 years or the next
One day I'll be a family guy
With rhymes as my kids, I did in fact find my mind to be family-sized, ah
I don't leave you with a piece of mind
Want a piece of mine?
Your persona will get redesigned
I'm always better like the Arcade version
I can tell your girl enjoys it 'cause she's always on my joystick
Cause I'm the best of its kind
When it comes to the box, it gets checked like it's signed
Why you mad? I only said it for the hell of it
To get to me, you'll need to improve on your developments
Of flows and bars
There's more to it than hoes and cars
And the drug life, 'cause bud light ain't ya blood type
I'm the man with the picture
Leave you covered in red like you were fans of the clippers
Pac-man's packing for sure
I achieve the perfect maximum score when Penny's back on the board
In your mouth like local orthodontists
Unorthodox with the shots, go check the board of optics
My flow expensive as fuck, you can't afford to cop it
Only way to beat me is with guns so cock it
The reason why they made dispatchers
You fighting with knives, me? AK's with grenade attachments
Bring a chainsaw to wear your face for fashion
Here's the caption: everybody face the captain
Forthcomings of corpse-dumping with Forest Gump in the War with Vietnam
Not underground with the Viet Cong