[Intro]
Yeah
(We Gon' let the opera sing on this one n***a
Yeah, DC shit)
Let that motherfucking bass drop, leggo
Yeah, if you ain't got no speakers your shit sound nasty right now
Go get them Dre beats n***a, let that bass rock, uh
I guess you can call this a response
I would've did it to the control beat but
I'm a dope ass producer so i figured, shit, I make my own beats
Get 'em

[Verse 1]

I plan to be here forever, n***as claiming they're better
Boy you ain't better you just a pussy so you seem more wetter
You better beware and listen here
I call my dick bugs and your girl be playing with my hare, yeah
And nobody that your ears will ever hear in your life
Will ever be as nice as I am on this mic device
And I'm tighter than virgin pussy who fucking with me, nobody alive
And I only show love to the other few cause they died
Recognize I'm the truth, in the booth I transform
Into Superman, you n***as is Peter Pan
I see through you envious n***as in-case you ain't get that metaphor
From that line before, I took a short detour
To explain my greatness cause I'm so great that I can procrastinate
I lick my lips, cause my lyrics so wet that I salivate
TherealYOUNGIN, DC is the place that I represent boy
Rap n***as ain't D-boys they all decoys
Undercover lovers that's why they all rap like each other
I rap like no other, a motherfucker, I'll fuck your mother
For old n***as and young n***as, Youngin's a problem
You'll have to go dig up and smoke on Einstein just to solve him
Until the coffin I'm coughing I gotta spit cause I'm so sick
That at the same time I spit I shit
On everybody around, all I see is Ronald's, Homey's and BeBo's
Yeah all u n***as is clowns
Don't think cause I'm underground that my lyrics are ineffective
That's incorrect and I'm packing a multi syllable weapon
Automatically spit at your abdomen call an ambulance
All of you fucking Bugatti molly n***as is crashing
Into a wall, this is a war, many casualties
Why I make it so hard for n***as to come on after me
Even if I go after Marshall Mathers, I'd grab him
By the back of his leather jacket
Then break his legs and go pass him
Flame on, if you ain't Cole, Kendrick or Wale
Lupe or SlaughterHouse you couldn't see me on my worst day
Even if you from around tha way I don't fuck with you
I'll battle Wolverine and only leave with a cut or two
Trying to live like a Huxtable, fucking with Pam's and Gina's
You know what I mean, I want Tisha's and Tichina's
The best of both worlds, I'm the best of every universe
I make a song better you're lucky I let you do it first
Should be reimbursed for spending time on this verse
But I had get at you n***as before I lie in a hearse
And I just completed a verse without smoking or selling drugs
So many ants in my phone, I thought it was bugged
Your lyrics is -ugh- got me feeling hella constipated
Til I hit the studio and release, now I'm elated
Were not related, you're not my kin, so what fuck are you
Why argue wit peasants who's only jealous cause of how far you
Came in your life, since you're married to the game
I came in your wife and was feeling nice that day so I came twice
And wiped my dick on the forehead of that bitch
Simba, that's what I called her and shit
So next time you rap n***as want to attempt to compete
Come to DC so you can meet your defeat
The next time you rap n***as want to attempt to compete
Come to DC so you can meet your defeat, Sheesh

[Outro]