[Verse 1]
I don’t want any Eye for an Eyeball, by all means
Bygones be bygones
Be gone by 5, though
Or you’re gonna find out what it’s like to be rivals
Mic Myers Mic Maestro M-My balls
Bigger than a sentence I form when I stammer
Born with the Stamina like no other animal
It’s more than just Grammar, though
Like a 666 with 4:44 and a 911
Please warn everyone you know
Cody King’s coming with a flow that’ll take over the city like a TIDAL
That Hov wouldn’t ever know
Cannot stand these amateurs
Like can we ban these managers
Who get these white kids famous and fans assured?
What about talent? (What about talent? It’s branding first)
Oh!
My bad
I forgot I liked these dancing twerps
And stans who stand for-this
It’s cancerous
Slowly it spreads to the campus
I hear girls in the church, taking purps and the percs, and it “works”
Never put their family first
They’d famish first
Goddamn this Earth
And yet I am the worst
For trying to understand it
Man, I’m so damaged, and it hurts
To try and bandage
It’s like I’m banished from my own family, + and friends
What goddamn friends, I barely planned nothing this Summer
Fuck that girl that said I fucked her to the girl that made me suffer
In this World, I maybe nothing
But I sure can’t take these uppers
I am sober, I control the minds when focused
And I succeed
Sounds like I’m sucking - my - own - dick
It sounds like I feel amazing
Painfully, I’m aging, no one at my aid
Numbing at the brain
Never have a break
Less it is in veins and know what I’mma say then?
You sound like you’re still in training on a track
You bombed
Like what it’s raining in Iraq
I see rappers that are 18 and a half, a disaster, every last word, that’s slurred, bastards with a bad flow, they’re rap’s turds, and that’s coming from an asshole
Bad joke, but I ask no one for their side notes
How I provoke sadness, and I’m psycho
And it’s like, no, but I might kill a mic though
And have more jews running than a sh-
(Maybe I shouldn't say that)
[Verse 2]
So I guess I’m the future (future)
Fusion of God and a Musa-cian
Twisted, and I’m too numb
Only in pain when I choose ta
Demented, but a mentor, who’s never mended
Start of the new world
Start of the end
God in a pen
Dependent on a pendant? Nah, this artist is solely focused on the art, cause I got sums
Shock em when I’m sock em, saught cum, shot some like a shotgun
When I Draw puns, say I’m on pot, or I’m on one
With the content that I condone
Like chicks in a condo, no c_____, combo
And I kill em all off when the song’s done
What’d you do for the greatest ... new entertainer
Well 2 minutes later you got one

[Verse 3]
I am not done
When I say SMOKE ONE, EVEN POP ONE
It is not drugs
I don’t even have to cock guns, cause the one-liners in this minor is enough to make the cops run
Making me pay took a toll on you
Now you pay for me, for the shows for you
And it shows what a goddamn whore would do
When you come at my life, then say “You know we’re cool”
I’ll have you dead, you don’t get ghost
Some say I’m better when I boast
And I better be taking notes
And I’ll never be making quotes
And They still think that Heaven ain’t a hoax
Don’t
Know ... what to believe
Stuck in the cycle
What a pity
It’s such a relief to be other than utter alone
But I’m still waiting for another, get this slut off the phone
Hello?
Nah. but really I’m faithful
Not to my fate, though
Thots, and the fake hoes
Scking for the bank notes
But I’d be a GRADE A SUCKA if I let emcee more than blank notes
Or I be friends with Motherfuckers like Kato
Save that for the killer in the Mink Coat
Do I want a personality or a kink? Both!
Caught in a maze hole
Cock can amaze hoes
"Stop, I can’t take more
I wasn’t finished
This tunnel vision is fundamental to the mission
People may say I’m crazy
Hope I am enough to enter into this industry with a different sound and still be the sickest
Until they pick it ... apart for hours
How I subliminally make you cautious cowards
I’m not homophobic
But I’m still putting flames out 'cause being a "marshal" matters