I shoot you dead in the face with the bass, dispatch automatic

Categorically rapid, I'm bagging emcees that is vapid

I ain't cappin', king of the cabin, the cabbage packin'

Frankie Pulitzer badder than bullets are

Where the fuck are my Benjamins?

Enemas, all of you's animals

I'll take a Xanny to manage your manners

Happy to sanitize rap and lower the standards

It's what happened to badness, what happened to havin' the skill?

What happened to havin' a habit to kill? They grabbin' the steel

Yo, I'm done with these ones this summer comin', something different happenin'

Rappin' is up and back and I'm clappin' at 'em

These fuckers, I'm tappin' at 'em, shatter that glass

Frankie snatchin' up Adam's apples, hand 'em the dragon cannon

Hand 'em the dragon cannon

Hand 'em the dragon cannon

Yeah, I talk it, but I walk it, of course

Y'all don't get a conversation saying, "I only talk to the boss"

I be takin' heads off for the sport

I'm the source with the sauce

See it live, gotta cough up the cost

That's hustle that's in my blood

That's big time love, that's why these lines always been my plug

Thanks for tapping in

So far ahead that I'm back again

Clappin' at y'all like what's happenin'?

How I get 'em breaking like a backspin

Stackin' them ends, I'm seeing double like looking through a cracked lens

More madness than the Pac-10

No need to act or pretend

I ain't never need a pass to get in

Talk lit, then we forest fire

Call your guys up

They couldn't see me if they saw me in a lineup

Hater, get your grind up

Magnum on your head, that's a mind fuck

Sign of the times, so now your time's up

Winter, spring, summer, fall

Lines be like a pub crawl

Three thousand bars, an Outkast without the southern drawl

Your lane's a gutter ball, away and to the side

They trying to get my GOAT like they asking my top 5

No, we do not vibe, you are not live

Soulless, nameless, mindless, brainless, aimless, cats that claim this

Man of steel got no appeal, but yo, your squad lied

Yo-yo, you can't stand right here

This spot is occupied by transmogrified mutants

Once human consuming flesh of the buffoons and goons in my tunes

My nom-de-plume should be Doctor Doom and

You are underqualified and real as naugahyde, a replica, shout to Gary Numan

Money hungry, soulless crooks, corruption as they cook the books

Hotel in the Shining flick the way victims are overlooked

You see the grays 'cause I'm extraterrestrial yet brutal with the flow

I put the UFC in UFO

Alfonso when I bug, you get inducted in the tom-tom club like Chugga Chug

No love, notcha bruv, notch above, el product

You get a fractal of a figment of a fuck given, it's luck

Stricken from the record, it was written but redacted and I think I had enough

I cannot listen to you rappers, are you frozen? Have you noticed yet atrocity has come?

While we were talking about talking, they were charging up

The child incinerater rainer downer shower power from above

That is a dragon, not a dove, look up

I know that I am not the sharpest in the shed but I have read enough to know the fucking color of the rum

Pardon the stress, did you forget I am the motherfucking crusher of your motherfucking fun?