My fans be egging me
To put these haters to mad shame
To flex on these motherfuckers
And show the world that I got mad game
My boys be egging me
To silence our opposition
To go wilder than the wildest
And say, “Fuck the way of being a nice peaceful Christian”

I can blast
Blast harder than a Blastoise
I can run circles
And square up
With some of these angry, pitiful mad boys
I can diss
I can roast
I don’t miss
I can do the most
And sometimes I contemplate
In returning the hate with hate
Act in a way that would make Jesus Christ be ashamed
Sometimes I don’t want to keep the peace
Especially when motherfuckers think
They can keep disrespecting me
Cause I always turn the other cheek
Respect not given
Then I’ll give you something to remember
Spray on them a flamethrower
When they thought all I had in my moves were ember
Create a war zone in March
Sleep through it
And wake up peacefully in September
I got the power
I got the juice
Fuck your feelings
I don’t give a fuck about you
Been a good man that’s all about love and peace
What’s the result???
They still hating me
So might as well be a bad man
That wreaks havoc in the streets
Just know, a beat isn’t the only capable thing
I’m able to beat
Foo your ass is weak
They say I don’t got no street cred
Well let me display my hard earned credit
They like to call me a lot of things
How about I end up making you call a fucking medic
It’s upsetting
How they don’t stop until you act like a complete asshole
Sometimes you gotta get your hands dirty
For a clean slate
To clear the way
Even if it can be somewhat of a hassle