Picking up the mic
With a flow so sick, it's like a terrorist strike
I don't discriminate, I hate all you bastards equally
And if you can't handle my shit, then you can't face me

I'm the king of the game, the master of the mic
And if you step up to me, you better bring your A-game right
I'll bring the heat similar to 9/11
And leave you in the rubble, with no chance of heaven

I don't hold back, I'll say what I want
And if you don't like it, then you can go fuck a stump
I'm YourFavouriteShady, the baddest in the biz
And if you're not feeling me, then you can eat my jizz (EW)

I'll rip you to shreds with my sharp tonguе
And when I'm done with you, you'll wish you nevеr begun
I'll bring the heat like a molotov cocktail
And leave you in ruins, just like the Towers in detail

So don't come at me with your weak-ass flow
I'll leave you in the dust, and that's for sure
I'm YourFavouriteShady, and I'm here to stay
So step up if you're brave enough, and see if you can play