[Verse 1]
Yeah, now everybody want the killer flow
And so I'm Jeffrey Dahmer
Cook like Benny Hanna's they're like Domino's you just opposed
And being juxtaposed with potent flows up in the studio
You take it home and practice on your own
You homophobe, just own it, admit you should've stolen
No need to focus on the flying low
'Cause even Conan needs a bonus
But man your shit is fuckin' whack, you ain't as good as Token
How you gonna follow up the winner
You ain't even getting noticed
Like a house eviction I induce them in the prison
With Kato behind the system like Nintendo back in business
I'm talking 64s, two 40s twisted and poured
And rest assured my globe is warming
Grab the horn, get out gored
This the opposite of war, fuck it, you on a crash course
Bad sports, of course it's me crashing right through your back door
Inflicting horror-core because horror is in my core
You in my horoscope so close the door like fucking Kenny Lattimore
'Cause when I spit it to finish under a minute
I'm ill and legit you're illegitimate, legitimately illiterate
Illusion like the rocket man, to moons like the Apollo plan
Apologize and prophesize about apocalyptic jams
So rest assured, I got the mic in my hand
So when it's time to kick the verse you watch me pull a Van Damme
I'm passionate, you try to act cool and say you on some savage shit
But any rhymes you got no wit see like Dallas Mavericks
Close it up for the baggage and ship it, fill up, we'll captain it
We'll come and pirate all your shit and say it was an accident
Born to be a band and rehearse, I never planned it
Now I'm spittin' out these bars like a bad taste of Xanax
I'm from another planet man, you wouldn't understand it
So grabbing your pen and pad is doing nothing, grab your camera
Record the greatness, make sure the booth is vacant
And my attitude is a hospital lobby, all I need is patience
I'm a beast on the mic, fuck it I'll feast on the mic
You little fetuses feasted on feces, feed off the mic
I got my feet up on sites, I'll rip your spleen with a knife
You're Hallowe'en, your little body, Michael Myers is like
Okay, you went and did it, I thought that you were kidding
I thought the psycho you were playing it was all for a gimmick
I told him save it you little infant, I'm never pretending
So go and use your Plan B because I'll never be kidding, get it?
Man, that's an overused line, but just so you can get the message son
I had to use it one more time
And watch me switch up the flow for the last 20 some seconds
And get the camera I told you 'bout and pay some attention
'Cause when I'm ripping the flow you won't get any more
I'm changing the minute you're thinking it dope
I'm changing the process with change in my pockets
This shit is so toxic, so if you're thinking about
Grabbing the mic and joining the contest
Get in your conscience and stop all that nonsense
And just remember it's no sucker emcees
And when I win, they'll be cautious of me like bomb threats
An explosion, I'm overloading like trucks when you overload 'em
I'm leaking out the cranium with words that I'm overdosing
I slap the alphabet, 'cause I'm the alphabet
And when I get a cypher on the B.E.T. then I'm the best
I'm running circles 'round you like there is a halo on your head
But this ain't NASCAR so you better check what you heard
Because I'll be going farther and this an ongoing slaughter
I will get your sister, mother, brother
Daddy and your fucking daughter
Because I'm coming and you better hope you're ready
Me and Freddy coming in your dreams, we bringing the machete
Steady beheading these rappers and actors before the sun is setting
Letting other rappers know the flow that I possess is deli
So lay low, I'm twisting minds like I'm Play-Doh
I keep my name out your mouth, boy, just like I'm Draco
And I don't ever really join a contest
But this is an exception, better let your mind rest
And I know they wanna see just how the con test
I had to make it under three, I just ran outta content