[Chorus]
I should have my theme
I'm a motherf*cking fiend, what the f*ck do you need
I'm THE GREAT n*gga
Beat me, you is a idiot period
b*tch, I am super villainous, got the eye of the pyramid [x2]
[Verse]
Panoramic view, of the damn near panic
Drugs make things feel better, these n*ggas out takin xannies
The cookie help for a lot my n*ggas, the veggies
They getting from granny, so villainous
That my shadow, can take on upon your ignorance
I go ban this, bandless, bandit, I steal what ya having
Practice makes perfect, nobody is, so we handle it, riding in Phantoms these n*ggas talkin bout, b*tch
I go through and haunt the rap game like a paranormal job
Y'all is some idiots, don't make me turn dog to wolf, cat to lion
I heard from a tiny bird, that y'all n*ggas don't even mind dying, f*ck what ya got in ya wallet
I'm flyer than a suicide pilots
Questions these n*ggas asking me, like where, what
How, why, who, no owl, no really, who
Who is culprit, spitting these verses?
I got these n*ggas in headlocks, I'll choke him with they dreads, And lock they mouth up, I'm here to measure the setup
I cut the head off of the bull to leave to rot
Until it smell like weed and onions, that's bull sh*t
Acidic, ass sit it, as*h*le will get her ass a sitting
I'll send her to another dimension, and division of real villains
The real vision, seen, deeper than the sea
The pus*y, you my seed, and I get more kicks in this rap sh*t
Than stunts by Bruce Lee, can't face it
Give me ass, up, assassin with a tablet, tables turn, as my assets, Pass, and I'm sitting on a yoga mat, taking acid
b*tch I'm fresh, Listerine, I hope that you listening
My flow tighter than a fat b*tch in skinny jeans
I row, and I list my team
Creepy crawler in the game, I'm a millipede, gross
I'm a villain, so I should have my own villain theme…