Sitting in my room, tryna find out why I'm not famous
Nobody that I talk to even knows what my name is
The thing is, the ones with a label seem to be brainless
I'm not a fascist, or a racist, definitely not a sadist
Man I hate this, damn I can't wait til’ the day that I am one of the greatest
When it comes to touchin the mic bitch you know I’m like a rapist
I grab the butt and just bust all over it like a paintin
I'll make her moan and ‘lease her after she has been fuckin tainted
By now you're prolly thinkin all I want is a bunch of handouts
But put your hands down, I ain't seein any fans now
In a day or two ima control a whole damn crowd
You want an autograph? I'm outta ink dawg, I ran out!
Say to meet up now and you just fuckin bail out
You get with ya buddies and quantum leapin in ya Landau
But in the future you gonna see that I own the grand crown
You’ll hop back on the bandwagon. Bitch who’s the man now?
Faggots neva askin for any crap at the moment
When I mention that I rap you throw your hands in a motion
I'm bouta fuckin snap, gonna cause some fuckin commotion
When I’m loaded you know that I’m an exposed bag of explosives
I’m just here to let you know that I am the Oracle
Usually when I ask a question, it isn't rhetorical
My bars are metaphorical
I'm hysterically historical
And you can all suck my fuckin dick through a glory hole
Dont fuck wit me, it’ll end horrible and i’ll leave you all deplorable
Without any auricles, I gave em to your uncle
Ill launch you to the aureole with an oriole
I'm territorial, that is how the story’s told
I'm tryna make it big by usin new synonyms
Try some new things, cuz knockin out him and them
All these faggots tryna leech off me, quit actin feminine
I know sometimes I might sound a little bit like Eminem
But when you hear these bars, you better know I'm the one who’s written them
I know I'm always listenin, but I assure you I haven't bitten them
I'm sittin in my freakin den, bouta spin this thickened pen
Now I'm spittin what I've written now I'm your religion man
I just want to be noticed
My flow is the coldest and you know this
When I spit a line I can be the fastest or the slowest
Soon enough, you’ll all be blades of grass while I'm mowin
For years I've had these rhymes, I'm just now releasin what I've been stowin
You’re gonna feel all of this energy
I'm supplyin off of the hate you’re sendin me
There is no end for me, I'm wreckin with freakin terror and devilish treachery
Ill cut you up like a director, better remember that’s how I said it’d be