[Verse 1: O]
It's hard to believe you're as hard as you speak
Because in reality you are fucking retarded and weak
So play your cards, what's the odds of you starting with me?
Because you won't be hard to defeat, leave you departed and beat
Bleeding your heart on the streets because you weren't as hard as you said
So if you shoot or stab me, then pray to God that I'm dead
Reach out to father and pray to Allah that they're out of my meds
And I lose the power to carry on to a hospital bed
Because if I'm showered in lead and survive, reckon you'll hide
Or you'll be killed by the same guy you expected to die
The question is why? Mood swings, letting it slide
I'm like a fucking playground with no detection of life
What's left to decide? Besides who I'm letting survive
The devil's inside, a scribe looking death in the eyes
The message inside, aside from aggression and pride
The best has arrived, alive, and expected to thrive

[Hook: O]
I've gone rotten, I, can't control myself now
I am daring you, I am daring you
I've gone rotten, I, can't control myself now
I am daring you, I am daring you...

[Verse 2: O]
You wanna wrestle with the triggers bro? Bam bam biggalo
Without your bam bam, you ain't even gonna jigga low
So deuce, because I'll leave you in the rubble you'll forget it yo
Without a struggle being made you're trouble so just let it go
Twist you like a dreadlock, catch you with a head shot
Five O' clock rush I'll leave traffic at a dead stop
Shotty to your dear for her dough, call that a buckshot
My name may not ring a fucking bell but my stuff knocks
Why don't you tell me how these knuckles taste?
Swing a punch so hard I'll break my hand across your fucking face
Fightin' with a titan there's something frightening inside of me
You need Poseidon's trident and Zeus's lightning to body me
I'm fucking dope, and all the shit I spit is just so fucking coke
That I'm too high to cope with all the shit that I just fucking wrote
That's because I'm ill at this, militant killed the villagers
Killin' shit til the villages fall to death
And my illness is I'm rotten

[Hook]


[Verse 3: O]
You mean to tell me the word faggot's offensive?
And if I call a faggot a faggot he'll get defensive?
Well tell that faggot I'll call him a faggot to his faggot face
In front of his faggot friends outside of his faggot place
Because I'm a rebel bring your metal if we're about to scrab
Get it, about to scrap? Bring your metal, teach you how to rap
Back, and I'm still sick. Because I ain't got immunity
Kid I've been fucking ill since the day I started puberty
I'm hungry, daring all rappers to confront me
I'm going ham, eating MC's like they're lunch meat
Punch me, go ahead I'm begging you to jump me
It gets my rocks off, pop off if you want beef
I'm itching to fight, I'll hit you with rights
I'm like a fucking missile in flight, your ticket to Christ
I'll cripple your life with mics and the shit that I write
I'm hiding inside of your speakers ice pick and a knife

[Hook]