God help you if
Your rapping is wack;

I'm exterminating lyricists at a rapper a stack.

You can follow me and my crew or you can follow the pack;

Rappers are like junk food and I'm in need of snack.

I'm the size of a Bimmer with the force of a Mack;

Stay on the grind, no sleep, know we on the attack.

While you spending half of your savings steady chasin' the cat;

You contracting the clap while we put our raps on the map.

In due time. It's all according to the hustle;

Remember when you said that I wasn't part of your bubble?

I put together a mass of assassins and used your foot soldiers;

For target practice.
So you know that you in some trouble.

The streets need me like weebs need subtitles;

Ridin' to your waifu in my new unicycle.

We gather up dragonballs and some righteous disciples;

...Gather em at a mountaintop for Tupac's revival.

Delightful kiddie get it poppin' like a rifle;

Record her passionate moans and press it into a vinyl.

Wild like Thornberrys word to Eliza and Nigel;

Nobody messin' with you like Apple Music or Tidal.

I put it on the book of Micah
I've been a situation;

before MTV decided to call Mike up.

See, you make bars solely for the cake.
I make;

Bars that make boys go home to their ghostwriters.

The Lost Boys got the juice like Tropicana;

I sleigh. You're better off
riding in front with Prancer.

Grind harder than a squad of competitive pole dancers;

And y'all are just the pole.
It's squad up or fold.

Make your choice. Or face the left hand of a necromancer;

With both of these hands UPS couldn't box me.

Matter fact I met a girl at UPS;

Hi, Holly

She asked me
Saturn what are your hobbies?

sex, weed and art
Sex, weed and art;

The flow is so greasy you know it's bad for your heart.

I treat your crew like a wooden fence and I picket apart

Screw a bullet
I hit you with a poisonous dart.

Reporting with three of the chicks from sex and the city;

Take the vixens to the geek bar
We gettin all of em tipsy.

Then hand me the one of them that looks about fifty;

I'll play her in smash bros and I'll whoop her something nifty.

I master ye with savagery;

Use the pen,
pick apart all of man's fallacies.

Here you remain, sweeter than Daiquiris;

I'm on my Mel Gibson, Danny Glover Lethal Weapon 3.

Sagittarian derelict scaring disparaging;

Lyricists verily use my tongue as a knife as I'm splitting.

hairs with him
leave him wide-eyed like anime characters;

God bless the United Suburbs of America.