Clickity clack the microphone when I wreck beats
Just X's all on my check sheets
I'm well-qualified and immortal like the technique
Name is the son of Messi, stay being unappreciated inside the game
Coach, I'll score if you just let me play
Balling like the NBA, rhyme is life everyday
I don't need luck, flip Lincoln down on a penny face
Stop that, I got my top hat, pioneer
Been doing this for fourscore and nineteen years
Since I was born, leaving the vaginals torn
Breaking rappers' spinal cords since I was old enough to write a story
Y'all are nothing but some geckos to a dinosaur
So carry on to Kansas and oh, don't you cry no more
Cus I'm not here to wipe tears
I'm getting buzz beyond infinity and shooting for the lightyears
I'm Meta Knight and you're Ganondorf, we're not the same type tier
You lose easy like Luigi, this my year

I'm spitting in your eye
Your kidding with your writtens, feeling killings on my sides
I'll chop your wings off if you're thinking that you're fly
Got my thumb on my nose and my fingers towards the sky like
Pbbblttt

Second verse, sophomore, begging for an encore
Flying like the concords, you can stamp my passport
Top four, got lines that you cannot snort
Coke flow, in the crowd you can spot Rob Ford
Fret not, I got plenty to eat
With Breve beats in the cupboard stuffed, ready for weeks
Badly want to break records like a chemist RV
Check the Method man lessons, same level as he I want to get to
No cheat codes inside my issue
One in the chamber, can't reload my pistol
Click clack kapow, I lift rappers' brows
I'm Gar Logan, Mike, who's the Mix Master now?
Some ish can't allow, so all is said jokingly
Shock value loud and dissing so people notice
Kick Charlie Day in the ovaries on that sunny show on TV
It's R-A-P, acronym for rage and poetry

I'm spitting in your eye
Your kidding with your writtens, feeling killings on my sides
I'll chop your wings off if you're thinking that you're fly
Got my thumb on my nose and my fingers towards the sky like
Pbbblttt

I'm the c-stick reject, flowing like water, you're seasick, Jesus
Noah all over this thesis, please, I am the CEO of Reese's Pieces rap
So G relax, I'll beat your ass with Caesar sash and keep his stash
I'm Roman, keep it moving like a Madagascar lemur dance
Peep the stance, kibadachiing horse, of course his steez is capped
Rest in peace the man, beats in hand, reaper's lance
I was born in 1947, really I am 66, that's why I'm such a bitter prick
Still my spits are sick as shih tzus eating chocolates, dog
Tell the wolf to knock it off
Told DOOM and Haley, but they had to set the rocket off
Give a beer to an odd todd, the product raw is Thiag dropping flow bombs like a molotov
Comma, pause, let catch a breath
Proceed beating a dead horse like Left 4 Dead
I rode it all over this town, kid, every inch
And left behind a picture of my gents on an Etch-a-Sketch, bitch

I'm spitting in your eye
Your kidding with your writtens, feeling killings on my sides
I'll chop your wings off if you're thinking that you're fly
Got my thumb on my nose and my fingers towards the sky like
Pbbblttt