I'm higher than some highlanders with the highest standards
Pop quiz ya like I live to see the finest answers
Your final exam is scored and furthermore you'll never anything in regards of what your working towards
I'm a rap titan with the craftsmanship
I'm outta' this world like NASA ships
You can't be a part of kill threats or gallants
Cause you don't have the heart, the skill sets, or talents
You wish you could rap but don't have the power too
So if I were you here's what I would do
First, I would place my head in the hydraulic press
Congratulate my girl for having the world's smallest breast
Second, get yourself a gun, knife, bad mother
Then compose my will with the one-time pad structure
Third, buy a plane ticket and five dildos
For your ass, and then proceed to break the side windows
Finally, become an alcoholic
Leaving suicidal notes of you coming out the closest
I hate your sh*t and I pass no nickels
I swear I'd listen to an as*h*le whistle like
That's sickening
Dare to try and you'll get fired like chicken wings
I'm hard body like the Terminator
I've come to terminate your perpetrating Schwarzenegger's
Half man, half machine
Cyborg Masterpiece
I feel the God inside touching like a Catholic Priest
You're like a midget prostitute and probably half as cheap
The type to take all I've got while I was half asleep
You couldn't see this with goggles or glasses
So much style, you would think that I model for fashion
I'm deadly with raps
Flying from machine guns with machetes attached
See I'm heartless, the lion in the Wizard of Oz
I'm a crack in the streets, you're like a blizzard from God, I mean
Please, give me your tour information and I promise you'll get cleared out like Store Liquidations
I'ma force in the making
I belong in Star Wars
Stars soar, shooting at you Paul George Small Forwards
My dreams are gigantic
My head's full of water, my mind's the Titanic
I got, big dreams the size of five planets
I plan to be the best and die with the dynamics
You spitting is an eyesore
I'm the driver kicking the passengers out the side door
But I won't because I would rather be eatin' rappers
Playing COD with prestigious masters while I'm playing cards
When I'm spitting, most rappers be ducking down
And you would swear that I was a virgin cause I don't f*ck around
But do your hours of searching and say I suck for now
Mindset: Slaughterhouse for cattle and you stuck with cows
You're burrito soft
I break you down like Taco shells at a Taco Bell with Sofrito sauce
You're life is 'bout as worth as much as a mosquitos cost
Gravedigger, my graves laid with eight strippers
It's whatever, I just spit for fun
I damage ya and then I'm out like a hit and run
Bullets fly when I split the guns
Mission Puns, you will die or die trying to spit to one
Stay ad you'll get played like a Violin
You joining orchestras and I'll of course conduct the chorus of the war for the rest of the night
Get out my reticle, you'll have to reschedule for the rest of your life
I mean, T-minus ten, I'm launching like a bottle rocket
Done being nice, I'm here for your life and all the profits
Your b*tch removes here trousers every time that I'm around her like I'm Kenny Powers
She reminds me of Debbie Downer
I kick it like Soccer, I'm blessed by the holy father
If I'm not playing I'm probably f*cking the goalie's daughter