I live in the devil's nightmares

So don't think I'm type scared

To take you out ya Nike Airs

Punchlines lightyears ahead of you toys

You lil boy's think life's a toy till I come for yours

Talking bout your money ****

Ya Doogie lookin funny ****

Real recognize real that's how I know the game is lacking spitters

You bitches is chasing riches to meet up at the spritzer

So blinded by the shit that glisten that you didn't listen

N now it's like you missing

Cause I'm eclipsing your existence

With an army or nobody

Like I'm leading the resistance

I'm done with you figments

I'm plunking you bitches

like my name Sid Vicious

Coaster ridiculous spitting sweet cinnamon synonyms sending sentiments spinning my Cynics something so sinister

That you can't question penmanship

Keep my name out your mouth if you can't rap for shit

This ain't hobby or job Nah

That's why I see through your façade

Y'all so stuck in ya feelings you forgot about the bars

That's why a pusher from the streets could beat up on ya fuckin gods

So if you listening 'n shivering

that's fear you fucking simpleton

That just means you don't belong

So out my face with your fuckin ignorance

You thought that you could conquer me didn't you

You grew up a little bit and got a little more cynical

Beat me once or twice 'n to you those moments are pivotal

But you fighting a general

So why you fighting in general

Celebrating all your victories like they so damn monumental

I pull a microscope out to just to see they existence

Your best bet is surrender

Cause I'm just too persistent

Plus you can't fight a feeling

Nah your minds insufficient

You Lil puissant

You really won't get it till I get to check the physics

Testing on ya noggin just to see if it dribbles

Wait wait hold up

I'm getting a signal

It's Ya mama and she saying she miss you

So I gave her a tissue that had a few issues

Threw her ass in a thicket

Shot her limbs with a pistol

Started filming her twitches

While necrophilies **** gave her the business

I'm sickening with a fuckin written

When I hit a rhythm

You know I finish your image

Worst I get is a blemish

My art's immortal so I guess I'm transcended the ending

I embody all the greatness **** wish they was missing