Bin Laden with a pen, bodyin' again

I begin slaughterin' your men, prolly shoulda been

Ali or the Svengali embodiment of sin

Like a Saudi in the Taliban plottin' an event

In the lobby of the Intercontinental with an obvious intent

And I would not even relent up on a little

Like Osama with a bomb under the bin and down the middle

Of the Pentagon and hit a kindergärtner with a rental (Stop!)

Back and forth, back and forth

Like Jack Kevorkian's ass to court

"Rap mature! Why can't you be like Macklemore?" (Huh?)

"Why you always gotta smack a whore?" (Huh?)

It's likely the psychiatric ward's a last resort (Huh?)

Something's gotta give, that's for sure

Yet you keep comin' back for more

Not as raw as I was, "'Walk on Water' sucks"

Bitch, suck my dick!

Y'all saw the tracklist and had a fit

'Fore you heard it, so you formed your verdict

While you sat with your arms crossed

Did your little reaction videos and talked over songs (Chill!)

Nah dog, y'all sayin' I lost it?

Your fuckin' marbles are gone (Wait, Em!)

But nowadays every flow, every cadence sound the same (Skrrt)

Brain's a powder keg, I draw inspiration outta hate

Real pain in the paper, I don't trace

But if I look strange and outta place

It's 'cause I'm an alien, that's why

I write 'til the page is outta space (Duh!)

From 7 Mile in Novara

To "How can I be down?", all of us tryna pile in the car (Yeah!)

We shot for the stars (Yeah!)

'Cause we only got so much time in this world (Yeah!)

So rewind it to your high school dance to the night before

If you think you're promised tomorrow (Yeah!)

Now I'm 'bout to fool again

This tune is sick, it's luminous, the moon is lit

A freakin' lunatic, a human computer chip

And I'm soon to stick a broom in the uterus of your Hooters chick

If I was you, I wouldn't do nothin' stupid due to the mood I'm in

I'm losin' it, you get chewed like a Junior Mint

Show me who to rip, it's time for you to get screwed

Empty the lubricant and put super glue in it (Woo!)

How many fuckin' rappers did I go through?

Dispel doubt, but you won't admit I smoked

And you was spellbound, hellbound in my snowsuit

But am I s'posed to sound like everything else out?

'Cause I don't get compared to it, only myself now

Well, I can see the fair-weather fans and sales down

But the only way I care is if I let myself down

But what the fuck have I woke to?

Time to eat the vocals and shit out Pro Tools

I know you still want me to ill out, don't you?

Hopin' the old Slim's gonna spill out, open

Fire on your whole camp with this spit, I roast you

So chill out, no, you

Hoes couldn't roast me with the shit I wrote you

Then I took a stand, went at Tan-Face and practically cut my motherfuckin' fan base in half and still outsold you

You just called my shit trash?

Thank God, I rap better when the odds are stacked

"Revival's wack, I don't like the 'Zombie' track

And when he's talkin' that garbage psychotic crap

Where's your content at?

What's with all the conscious rap?

P!nk, Beyoncé this and Kehlani that" (Yeah!)

I just add it to the fuel in my rocket pack

'Til I'm ready to respond, then I'ma launch it at 'em