Verse 1:

If you didn’t know, well you’re about to

Pencil in my hand is the definition of firearms
Blaze it, flaming every enemy show me where my rivals are
Talent over clout, so fuck it if you’re a viral star
Skill is now providing heat I’m burning down entire farms
Posing like a Gangsta rapper, but let’s go for spar for bars
And then it’s obvious, hard is what you hardly are
Retarted artistry is what you heavy bargained far
But dumb to think that image Wood work/would work, Carpenters
I am not, giving you a single second more, but - what do you think this gift is for?
Spitting the murderous syllables raw, killin’ em’ all, I
Said it before Re-vealing a villainous flow, check it’s what I do
Flipping the middle of fingers and hoping it triggered you saying out “Fuck you too”
You told me to go kill myself but I was already suicidal
You’re too entitled but I’m here to now remove your title
It’s how I step into the booth so primal to slaughter you is vital
So welcome me your motherfucking newest idol
Kato I'm a “Potty Mouth” so suck on my D
Season seven of your contest, No sucka MC's
It's in the heading your examples were Toke and/Token, Joyner yeah Lucas
But the winners we’re generic you exploited the losers
Over 400 entries and 40 dollars per beat
You’re an Asian do the math no need for scholar degrees
To figure out that you’re a scammer yeah you did it as money grab
I bled onto track and that’s the reason you’re a fucking scab
You and Dame Ritter would be the best of business partners
But for starving artist congratulations you're both now vivid targets
Gamble all you like but understand it with the cards out handed
Life is like a poker game and best believe that I am Gambit
Wish you all the best with every bar that I spit
Yeah It’s easier to kill but it’s so hard to forgive
I won’t forget though, you’re still known as a bastard and so very phony
Amateurs of finance but I'm master of the ceremony