[Verse 1]

Uh, back again wit the magical pen
Spittin' wizardry
Get cha' mind going to infinity
Small minded motha' fucka's only make it to Italy
I'm speaking literally
Be a tall giant or a mini me
Tryna mimic a wack artist you see in the industry
Is gonna keep you from the pros
You'll be benching the little league
That's my epiphany
You good at 3's but practice your dribbling
Kurt Korver, mothafucka, do you get the epitome?
But who am I? I just rhyme wit a simple delivery
Tryna rap my ass off just to piss off my enemies
Full of jealousy
But can't resist to bob to my melody
I give em' tendency to try and look up
And steal my recipe
Super sonic, how I rhyme it
Spit ebonic, wit demonic
Eat alot of Jumbalaya to heat me up
Volcano lava has erupted in my stomach
Doctor please pump it
Don't spit heat, I spit demons
And that's including my penis
I give you 3 strikes
And naw I don't sponsor Adidas
I'm just way over my meter
You can call me a cheetah, cuz I'm hunting these zebras
Eat em' up til' they meatless
And shit em' out cuz they feces
Rest in peace to you bitches
Throw your ass in the river and maybe meet up wit Flipper
Here's a camera take pictures
Oh yea I forgot you was dinner
Delicious as a mu-fucka like eating McGriddles
Are you impressed by my riddles?
Do I perk up your lil' nipples?
Read between the lines, give you a hint it's the middle
I'm Dennis the Menace but my clip is extended
Wit metaphors and a message
Punch lines give erections
Push me to the edge when you question my blessin'
So just deal that I'm better than any rapper you mention
My train of thought is extended its in another dimension
Aliens do exist, don't pay attention to reverends
I'm living proof of a legend
That's looked down on religion
I've been abducted and came back for alien reasons
I'm here to murder rap and bury it, right under my sneakers
I see hyenas laugh until they meet the fully grown Simba
I got a heart of a lion, but loyalty of a wolf
I let it out in my rhymes when I spit in the booth
I ain't bluffin' my lines dawg, I'm speaking the truth
Like a butterfly that breakthrough and leave the cocoon
Except that I'm a savage that the zoo let loose
2pac living in me so I still got the Juice
Tell Q that he's next for not playing my tunes
Point the gun to the moon and shoot the witch off her broom
I'm on a rampage, get off my landscape
Bitch deuce, Ooo
Never shot a gun, so I hit you well oops
Just know if I'm pissed off, bitch well move
But since you were in the way
You eating through a tube
Tryna get in my shit like Steve from Blues Clues
I ain't got shit in my room but lyrics and hit list
Missin' kids, pornographs and collars wit lip stick
I'm a straight statistic of a man who's twisted
Pay attention and listen
And you could witness my vision, ma-fucka
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