Verse 1:
I heard that ya’ll like punchlines
Well did you hear the one about the rapper who don’t rhyme
Oh wait, that’s every rapper that’s on the radio
It’s crazy though, it seems like theses suckas are stuck on lazy mode

I don’t ever wanna hear hip-hop is dead
When you ain’t bumpin me, you bump chief keef instead
Me? Intelligent individual, treat my art as if it were the centerfold
While everyone else is solely focused on the visuals

Fast cars, chains, hoes, and residuals
I'mma be one to teach em all the principals
I’m the king of the syllables, you swimmin in the kiddy pool
Pitful rhymes is typical

Here we go, another rapper blowin up
Illuminati ain’t shit, give it up, I heard enough punk
Quit comin at with these stupid remarks, your logic’s kinda funny
See you belong in a crashed car you fuckin dummy...

Hook:
When the time comes the people gonna find me
Bury you inside the rhymes that I'm writing
Bring the knowledge in the proof when you're fighting
Taking only truth on my path to the mighty
Verse 2:
Above Average is comin correct
While Era’s beat steady thumpin they chest
The crowd as pump as it gets
Bobbin their heads
While this shits bumpin they get stressed
Freakin out thinking bout what's next
Yes

It's me more deadly than Bruce Lee
I’m the white terry crews, Triple triple OG
Homie. Come and see me on the streets
I beat the beat up call me chris brown, this shits re re

That retard flow so artful
If skill was alphabetical mine would be aardvark bro
I’m at the top of this list, rockin this shit
Not sayin it’s off the noggin, quit your commentin trick

We’re very aware that it’s writin
It’s actually a rarity to see one of these verses that isn’t
But the thing about my raps is they happen to be business
Put a cap on all you yappin we the best, now I’m finished

(Hook)
Verse 3:
I’m the best at bustin’ raps on this planet
Above Average plannin damage with mics he’s been handed
The camera is candid, you stepped into the mind of a insanity
Can't you see that I’m the rapper that’s clearly got the advantage B?

I guess I got a bit vanity
But shit, lookin at your bitch I could’ve sworn she was a manatee
Can it be that this is cuz you wack and cannot stand to me
Or is just because the fatties seem to be your fantasy?

I ain't here to judge I’m cool with that
But make my bitches booty clap before they get scooby snack
I bet it’s hard for you to get groupies in the back
Of your “Tour Bus”, they ain’t fallin for yo hoopty act

Ugh, you better be bringing that heat if you're comin at me
Your crumblin mumblin never on beat
Youre fumblin stumblin over your feet
You're done get over it g
Cold shouldered a piece of meat
You wanna piece of me well so did you bitches ovaries