"I don't care who you line up in front of me

You want to talk about violence?

Violence to you might be putting somebody in a figure four violence to me, is taking a can of gas and pouring it on you and setting you on fire

Like me or not I didn't come up here to be liked

..I came up here to get paid

And whoever you put in front of me, I'm going to chop it down, get ready for me, because we going to set this place on fire"

At this rate, they going to book me for SummerSlam matches

Got me looking like a younger Mark Calloway when he slammed the casket

Hundred thousand hours of writing I put this hand through practice

Unique physics...Reed Richards I'm Mr Fantastic

Strike, this Everlast heavy bag and both my hands fractured

Training like he Money Mayweather raised out of Grand Rapids

The Devil won't allow damage to happen

Point-blank pistol aimed at my skull the universe jam the ratchet

(Stock) Handgun attachment, (shock) anaphylactic (right)

Your heart don't stand a chance them shots had Anderson .Paak'ed it

I'm Aquaman to these catfish, my patience short, but your lives are shorter

Shit,I be leading all these lambs into their final slaughter

Diving in the water like a snorkeler I hold my breath for ten minutes

Then come back with Malaysia Airlines flight recorder

Reading my lyrics on paper an cause a sight disorder

Shit like staring at the high beams on a flying saucer

I was taught the science of chakra became a fire morpher

Jesus was a carpenter...Satan must be an iron forger

It's the Shinobi with fatal Chidori lightning aura , black hole iris and cornea

My eyes are light absorbers watch me snipe out the corner like Kyle Korver

No country for old men when your life decided with a flying quarter

Back when Holyfield survived that bite this that Tyson horror

Split your head open and smack the cut man in your fight corner

What's a Kia Soul to a Cayenne Porsche?

This shit is like Michael Jordan versus Michael Porter

Force overtime, stop shooting and let you tie the score up

Outta slight boredom...embarrassing y'all for five quarters

Suppressor fired on the corner like July mortars…

Been a prodigy with it...Havoc silent...I'm a quiet stormer

Bowie knife your face looking like sliced shawarma

Cannibal killer...got your head cooking inside this rice warmer

Back to back punches at a Gohan pace until both arms shake

That's 'til my whole palm break Welterweight

Who got that gold on waist?

It's Tommy Hearns and Martin Payne...broken skull you better throw on steak

This that life and times Jay up on that Hov song tape

They got me on my ignorant shit I feel like So Gone Drake

Light years ahead I be traveling at a photon rate

Be dusting them **** out the blocks I feel like Yohan Blake

"Everywhere we ever went, we didn't beat people until we got tired of beating people

Then one day somebody said, well, we know somebody you hadn't beat yet

I said, who?

I done beat brothers that have been in jail for murder

I done beat brothers that's been in jail for stealing cars

Never had they been in a fight

I'm talking about an eye gouging, hair pulling teeth, knocked out fight with no rules

They hadn't been in there yet

Get in here with me

I don't consider them chopped up because they got to survive this blood that they gon' get. But the"