I gotta carry all these rappers in the Ville

Yeah my back be broke so I'm finding little pills

Cheap thrills anything expect heroin and krill

Smack a rapper in his face and tell em please excuse my skill

I'm that rapper off my rocker I'm insane

Mad hatter with Johnny Walker I'll split ya brain

Put the shotty with your body leave a note like I'm your shorty

Call that Kurt Cobain y'all the lowest lames

Superman with the dick save a hoe Louis Lane

I can't complain my soul detached like a membrane

Futurama with the Benz Imma level past your lane

Like look up it's me bitch

Cruising scenic paint job you never seen it

You can't believe it Why Mark like Joaquin Phoenix

I'm the Joker baby had some friends were cocoa babies

Mommy made me anxious and my daddy made me angry lately

I'm too cold hearted

Look at what they started

Asking who the fuck am I

Bitch I'm the artist

Yes I'm back to starving

I gotta be the hardest

My style alien

And my flows be on some Mars shit

I am the Martian

Raging in the mosh pit

I am the instrument

These rappers my guitar pick

Too cold hearted

Look at what you started

Asking who the fuck we are

Bitch we the artists

My heart be colder than a slice of pizza

Drunk and early in the morning I was thinking

How to beat a **** ear drums up

Then got fucked up and into a rut

Rosa parked my ass to the back of the bus

Oh well treat these **** like some dust

And brush em off my coattails

These **** so frail reversing energy

Gotta bitch that do retail don't need the therapy

Why you envy me

Is it cause a **** happy

Look at what you did bitch you fucking dusty

I bet a thousand dollars he ain't wash his bed sheets

I wish a **** would like a 4x4

Pull up side by side

Two dudes in four doors

Two lights then went green

One car stayed real still

The streets cold hearted

You thought that they breathed

Apologize for the cadence

I'm just an artist

Man y'all **** shoulda never played Jalen

I'm too cold hearted

Look at what they started

Asking who the fuck am I

Bitch I'm the artist

Yes I'm back to starving

I gotta be the hardest

My style alien

And my flows be on some Mars shit

I am the Martian

Raging in the mosh pit

I am the instrument

These rappers my guitar pick

Too cold hearted

Look at what you started

Asking who the fuck we are

Bitch we the artists