[Part I]

[Spoken Intro]
For you... Rice is nothing, but for us. Rice is like my mother and father. Don't fuck with my family. Huh? Huh? I feel so relieved by rice. If you have any dignity. Apologize to the rice right now!

[Verse]
Yeah yeah no problem (No problem for you)
I'm giving out advice and I'm trying to be nice
Tasting won't suffice I said that shit once
And I ain't gone say it twice (No problem)
I'm giving you the spice and I eat it like I'm ice
And I wanna pick a fight, you want your equal rights
You want to fuck with me, that's like rolling up a dice
You should put your face down and eat this fucking rice (Never)
Bitch, shoving my rice down the drain
I'm a kamikaze crashing a plane
Pullin out my gun and blow up your brain
Troublemaker hard to maintain
You have no say about the white grain
And you must think that you are insane
And you are stepping up into my lane
New in town, got the crown
We got the rice, white and brown
And I'm going in on this beat
Take a seat, got your girl in my sheets
And she sweet spittin' in the fake booth (No problem)
Getting loose with this booze and I'm going through places
Y'all the fakest, we the greatest
Y'all the latest catchin' cases
And I'm sniping like I'm chamber
And I'm serving like a cater
I deliver like a waiter
Spitting better than the haters
And I despite the sight in night I recite
The fact that I might murder you right
Like a Bruce Wayne with the black chains
The dark knight with the bat wings
And the blood stains leaving your house
Looking eerie with the black stripes and the red paint
Yeah, red paint motherfucka
Yeah, yeah yeah
[Part II]

[Verse]
It's the abstract destructor
Cellular manipulator
I'm not a survivor
I'm an Asian born rapper
So tell me what I am later
Crookit drop bomb sets craters
And I'm a real time creator
She should've known me back then when I decided to create her
Spreading verses like gospel
Suffocating they die slow, this is hostile
Spitting like a new Apostle, I think I get mental
Get the pen and the pencil the lyrics are lethal
Songs hit like the Beatles, yeah
I hit you with elbow
You stop with the L blows
I make me some new friends and kill me some new foes
I'm really the killer the bringer of thrillers
Don't fuck with the dealers no lyrics are filler
Crookit