C'mon, c'mon

I'm as rude as they come, some clue how I maneuver the funds

Fraudulent authors, breaking codes, were never true to their thumbs (whoo, whoo)

I'm practicing abstinence, affluent, the suitable son

They react and rat it when I rap, it's like they're new to the buzz

Exclusively scarred, I'm Seuss with the bars, hugely involved

And they sounded like Dr. Seuss with all these foolish remarks

I'm the illest, the spittest, sitting sweet rappers get sentimental

Settle like sediment while I'm severing instrumentals

Look, this wack shit got me agitated

The sad thing is that's where way more than half of the masses gravitate (whoo, whoo)

I plan to adapt the changes and grab the nation

And for you actors who claim you rappers, I'll add a sanction

Whip them into shape quickly, plus I'll spit a vicious venom

Then I'll leave you **** in the grave, six feet as curtains

Just casually snapping to crack the surface

And snatch the crown, yeah, that's for certain (c'mon, c'mon)

I've been leaning towards killing these ****

I got a knack for just smacking a rapper backwards for acting (whoo, whoo)

Had to harass him with verbal acid and adjectives

Have your brain splattered with mains rancid, and blasted on stage after I bash him in

Heavily tattered with battle woes

My rap's just miraculous, rappers won't have a chance to snooze

I'm causing commotion, it's hard to be focused with all of these poses and all of these hoaches

Regardless, you will all be devoted (c'mon, c'mon)

I'm a neck snapper, dream killer, the deck of the statue

Supreme villain, pristine living, limited access

I roll around with reckless intent, rhyming with passion

In light of reaction, I am revived and highly elaborate

Nervous rappers, reliving their anguish, picking and ripping up pages

Imminent pain, Itching to get in your brain, and then it gets into the grave

This mad squabbles, deliver wrath to the saddest gospel

These haters mad I'm who the masses flock to (c'mon, c'mon)

Every line is urgent, every verse is like a murder scene

Spit it 'cause I'm gifted, never was in it for the currency (whoo, whoo)

Currently, urging herbs, I'm stressed

What's the words, these rappers getting me vexed, hip-hop is gonna return

That's actual facts ****, this is factual rap

When I spit, I cause panic attacks, taking mans to relax

As a matter of fact I've damaged the track, bound to adapt

Too much passion to slack, every beat I have to attack (c'mon, c'mon)

I sleep when I'm dead, prestigious with these pieces of lead

Verbal sedative bars will leave a nick of fiendish commands (whoo, whoo)

Mass murder, I make them scream as if a demon in bed

You gon' need to prepare rehearsals, I delete your career

A psycho killer, the mic strokers, my flow group that I might grow livid

I might go and smite you, mission, mission complete

My mind's prolific, peculiar beats

Make a fool of you fake-ass rappers, I'm through with you creeps, uh

Murder rappers for shock value

I'll use any tactic to have me enamored after my vows move (whoo, whoo)

I'm shitting on them like cows do

Haters can't move me cause the flows he grew