Smack 'em in the face like

What? What? What? What? What? What? What?

****, what? We come through like a

****, Tom (All right)

When my rap attacks mics with my battle axe slices are back

Sight for enemies like cataract blindness

And that in fact silences the fact, stick figures who brawl

I start on punks, you could call me Sid Vicious

Fictitious with the glamour and glitz, you're torn to bits

These fraudulent ornaments are stuck within a tournament

Of border kids, who shouldn't try to contest

Not knowin' who they're fuckin' with like a blind chick in bed

Because they're seeming like they're

Unprepared, I got 'em runnin' scared

I send 'em back to their mother for tender love and care

A hard body rhythm rockin' kick drum and snare

Soft sweet shit's bad for your health, gummy bear

(Stop) Because I'm settin' it off

Settin' it off and givin' people what they want, it's like

(Stop) Because I'm back in business

Back to give the masses the man of interest, so

(Stop) And, yo, I'm never gonna leave

I'm never gonna leave till I'm six feet deep, it's like

(Stop) And if you thought I would go, it's like

Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, no

Listen, it's fiendish, nah, they're crackin' up the tracks

I give and killin' adversaries with imaginary ammunition

It's cataclysmic, it's massive and it's happenin'

An energetically kinetic approach, my acquisition

Stop, because I'm 'bout to go and breathe the fire

I find a pre-designed style, son, and I redefine it

It's like I'm either tryna rock or get a piece of pie

They call me the opposite of chillin' out with peace and quiet

This ain't a party track, I'm at war like Stalingrad

Bust until my lungs collapse, hear the nears like thunderclaps

I got it under wraps, mic shells are punchin' bags

Ask my son what he thinks and he's like, "Bust it, Dad"

(Stop) Because I'm settin' it off

Settin' it off and givin' people what they want, it's like

(Stop) Because I'm back in business

Back to give the masses the man of interest, so

(Stop) And, yo, I'm never gonna leave

I'm never gonna leave till I'm six feet deep, it's like

(Stop) And if you thought I would go, it's like

Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, no

Yeah, yeah, I take to this like a duck to water

I'm thorough with it, while others

Are cheap, tacky and cuttin' corners

And people suffer trauma when I bring destructive order

Turnin' all your sons and daughters into number one supporters

Because I'm flauntin' the raw like none other do

I bring it hardcore on a dumb sucker crew

DJ Bones is cuttin' on the ones and twos

Dope enough to substitute any type of drug abuse

How do I put it? I put it like all couldn't

And talkin' the talk, pullin', I'm walkin' the walk

Butcher is cuttin' the beat raw, I push it around

Bullyin', rappin' about rap, but fuck it, the boy's good at it, so

(Stop) Because I'm settin' it off

Settin' it off and givin' people what they want, it's like

(Stop) Because I'm back in business

Back to give the masses the man of interest, so

(Stop) And, yo, I'm never gonna leave

I'm never gonna leave till I'm six feet deep, it's like

(Stop) And if you thought I would go, it's like

Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, no

Smackin' the—feet

With both—hands—hands

Step away, son

What? What?

Nah, you ain't got—got—got the skills

Nah, you ain't got the—step away, what?

What? What? What? What? What? What? What?

Step away, son

We make—made 'em all stop like the winner of a speed

Like the win—winner of a speed

What? What? What? What? What? What? What?

Stop—Stop—let a win—win or leave 'em dead

Dead in their tracks, it's like

Yeah