[Intro]
From the second part of "Final Boss," my fans are still in shock
So all you fake-ass YouTube rappers, keep your eyes upon the clock
You better sign up for a track team while you're running out of time
Because my rhymes are like Transformers and Ninja Turtles combined

[Verse]
Reach for a star, get burnt, bitch, you're just one of many
Whose reach exceeded their grasp and now they're fuckin' buried
I'm knocking cats out left and right like it's Tom and Jerry
We might as well call this map Summoner's Cemetery
I'm Scooby-Doo in the top lane, you don't got a clue
I'm in the jungle, but when I gank, I come out the blue
Your ass just sitting there like furniture, so take a seat
I'll drop this beat on your head like it was concrete
You bastards, you cowards, you liars, you broads
You two-faced, backstabbing, dick-sucking frauds
I hope one day that that Korean bitch will burn in hell
These hoes is passing STDs like it's NFL
That penta-kill was an appetizer, now what's for dinner?
Your match history reminding me of ducks in winter
I'm taking two-bit players unto another level
You know, the one where it's hot and you can meet the devil
Scientists claim my rapping's the cause of global warming
'Cause all these flaming hot bars that I am always forging
You guys are drinking Dr. Pepper, I'm drinking Mountain Dew
My name is Jason Gastrow, who the fuck are you?
Soil yourself, your skills are dirt, but I am grass
Relate myself to a donkey 'cause I'm a badass
To even comprehend my score, you need a calculator
I'm who they cast if Stanley Kubrick made the Terminator
Ask 'em why they freeze my lane, they said I'm too cold
So many minors on this game, I'm rolling in the gold
The pyramids are just a cover for my ancient tomb
My safe deposit box located on the fucking Moon
Every other day, there's fans that say I'm getting crappy
How the fuck I'm supposed to keep a million people happy?
I'm like driving in New York after dark
'Cause I ain't going nowhere, so call me Rosa Parks
I pulled your top lane's fuckin' card and scored an ace
Told him it read "Get good" and mailed it to his base
[(Take some... uh... chicken
Put cheese on there
Add some lettuce
And then you just roll that up in a tortilla)]
That's a wrap!
Wake me up when you can face me, I'mma take a nap
To escape the reality of your shitty team
As I arise from my sleep to live the American dream