[Hook]
I never left, why is you talking
Like I just didn't tell you who next
Cause I never left [x4]

[Verse]
My wicked ways will need a psychiatric ward
Just to start to see how I write on the page
I used to rhyme, with no reason, and came up
So far up the game's ass, that I've hit lyrical breaking point
A alien, no scratch that, the chicken is wack
A fire martian, coming from inside of the flying saucer
Speaking pig latin, so they oinking
I'm stand grounding them like strict parents in rich houses
Crossing the line, off, off and awesome
Being differently tapped, why your try block me
From tossing Italian sausages of the pocket of an Iowa officer
A good fashion ass whooping, happens a blue moon
Cause I stick to shit, full deck lost, mind scrambled
Now find it, and you can keep it, minds gone
His ain't, who's he, he's the repair man
Ready to bring my hammer, nail her, and leave my plunger grip
Stick in her anus, while trying to figure out a way
Why I'm a mixture of Eminem, Rakim, Big L, Pac, Biggie
And James Todd Smith in a big pot of carrots
Like Bug's Bunny had diamonds, and you
Wouldn't be able to say this shit I say
Every bar getting more worst, than a father with anger
And when he wants to play with his children
He uses Nerf guns, modernize em, and put BB gun bullets
To pretend to prank em, and shoot em in the head
Ya'll faggots from the ash, the human fire is hear to ignite
And shit, even if I put on a Jason mask, I'll still be frightening
Said you couldn't tell me apart from these rest of these rappers
How about if I ripped all there dreads, spit on em
And laughed, I'd be somewhat
Applauded for how I'm the new king of rap
I'm B.THE GREAT n***a