[Intro]
Yeah
It's Tha-motherfuckin'-God, you know, I'm back
You nam'sayn? I'ma show you MCs how the fuck to get down, man, 'cause you n***as don't know shit
N***as talkin' bout this raw and that raw
Man, where the fuck the bars at, man? Fuck that bullshit
Check me, uh

[Verse 1]
I leave MCs stressed out
'Cause they wanna be the best, but steady knowin' I'm the best out
I never slack on vocabulary, plus I concealed-carry
Evil breakin' into monasteries
I'm like a albatross when I drop mad shit
The fifth get you touched like a Galaxy tablet (tatatatatatata)
Alas kid, in crossfires where metals gets blasted
The way I flip styles it's like I partake in gymnastics
I'm the king, got the crown
Here in surround sound, praise be thy name and bow down
I'm [?] with skill
Make your favorite rapper my next highlight reel
I'm with the reaper, it's mandy, the mic is candy
Styles come off like panties
Diss me you need not, take your best cheap shot
I'll go and turn the booth into a sweatshop
Droppin' classics back to back
You went from classic trash to wack
Spit acid, gash the tracks
N***a, I'm the one and only, leave MCs lonely
It's hard to control me like Tony (it's hard)
I'm spittin' cocaine only, I'm on a rap mission
'Cause these n***as so wack, listen
[Chorus]
You fuck around and be a dead body (body)
You fuck around and be a dead body (body)
You fuck around and be a dead body (body)
You fuck around and be a dead body (body)
You fuck around and be a dead body (body)
You fuck around and be a dead body (body)
You fuck around and be a dead body
Hold up
Check it

[Verse 2]
Second verse, goofy as shit
I heard you wasn't recoupin' for shit
Label wanna drop you 'cause you don't got skill
The simple fact is you just ain't ill
I'm the omega, they say I rhyme like Cormega
Nas, Kool G, and Jay-Z at Coachella
All the dead poets, all the greats know it
And if not, I'ma do what? Just show it
It don't matter what beat I hop on
Long as the loop stay bouncin' like popcorn (true)
N***a, my shit hot, your shit is lukewarm
She got a donkey booty I'm tryna hop on
I keep it on, and on, and on, and on
Keep it goin' on, and on, and on, and o—
[Outro]
Yo, what the fuck, man? Fuck you n***as, man
It's Tha-motherfuckin'-God, man, I'm done
I ain't gon' keep rappin' for you n***as, fuck you
You nam'sayn? If you don't like my shit, n***a, eat a dick
N***a, I'm the illest, n***a, there's nothin' you can do about it
Tha-motherfuckin'-God, n***a
You nam'sayn? Recordin' live, from wherever the hell I'm at
You nam'sayn? N***a—my n***a just handed me a fronto
I'm 'bout to smoke, you nam'sayn? And I'm out this motherfucker
You nam'sayn? Peace
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