[Intro]
Now
I'm excited now, I don't even know what I want you to do
This is ridiculous

[Verse]
Fuck this beat
Fuck a blogger, fuck a critic, fuck these n***as, fuck these bitches
Fuck a Fader, fuck a Pitchfork, play this on your end list
Uh, I ain't waiting up for these crackers
I'm a backpackin' socially conscious n***a samplin' Michael Jackson
A tad bit of drums to match em, ooh
That real hip hop shit, anti go pop shit
Metacritic score and your bank account on some twin shit
Well, my n***a, you ain't got much to spend, shit, hah
Yeah n***a, I'm an underground king
All I need is a queen and some cream
And so I figured, if I rhyme like Sid Vicious plays bass
I'll fake my way into this game and stack a little K
Look the part, act the part, dress the part, clean
And milk these fuckin' crackers for every dollar they seeing
The American dream in this Herman Cain reality
Fuckin' white hoes like an athlete, I'm role playin, bitch
And I ain't even an actor
Cause everybody's a rapper and everybody's a trapper
Everybody on YouTube be thinking that they a factor
'Til I jump up in this booth and verbally bitch slap em
With their metaphor this, metaphor that
Metaphor rap is some bullshat, n***a we don't do that
I don't beat around no bush, I don't trim no hedges
I'm rap's Adam and these snake ass n***as think they descended
So fuck your whole life is my message
Kiss my black ass and tell em Devon sent it, yeah