What's up motherfuckers, Robert's in / Imma now get this record on its right way to spin I won't be dissin', won't be hatin', scoldin' or pissin' / 'Cause I'm a nice guy like that / Yeah (right) You guys will be left alone with no words to say / Like some old granny reading 50 Shades of Grey As I lay it down, right here and now / Destroy this thread like Ron Jeremy a cunt Yeah, you heard me / I'll be rising from the ground, sixty feet high Commanding all you peasants like God in the Old Testament After my verse, you'll rehearse, but no words will come out Nothing can break my game, no baller bullshit can come around Yo' momma's waist / No, scratch that shit I won't be getting on your level, no yo' momma jokes I see surprise on your faces, now why're you so stoked? / Look, If anything, I'll let you kiss my ass, but really fast, I don't want your lips lingering I am mighty / Mightier than Thor, that sucker can drop his hammer right to the floor And I might be a kid, but I am not even kidding You'll be falling hard on the ground as you do my bidding And it's fitting / I was made to be on top So, why should I stop, I'm "caught up in the game", like they say And it's fun, I like it man, this shit is cray / Now, I'm fucking done for today, and for the last line Imma say: Forty years has hip-hop waited for this moment / Minus is quivering, found himself an opponent!
Man, for months I was / Mindin' my business, thinking Minus got a beatin' Damn, my mind was fleeting and my luck was feedin' No response was coming / So I knew That the fucker must have bitten off more than he could chew I bought a ticket to Mars and flew through a sea of stars Knowing there was nobody that could tear me to shards. I'd fucking fall right through space aware that no one could face A little fucker like me, man they'd rather erase Themselves / They'd bend their knees on the ground 'Cause this rocket of sound would either throw them around, Or cause them not to be found / Alive if they didn't. So there I was, happy as a ladybug As though smoking a nug I called everyone "bud" One day I put a hot dog in a bun and set out to have fun Then the shadow of reality appeared in the mist It reached me soon enough and I clenched my fists Among the places I was at, there was one I hadn't known I wasn't alone – Minus's ignore list.
You little mother fucker, you pissed off the M You terrible person, we just can't be friends. Asshole ain't the way to do this shit I hope some motherfucker pushes you into a pit My rhymes legit Yours are bullshit A big ass throne is the place I sit You're just a peasant For Christmas present I'll take your fucking head I will make you dead Killed by my rhymes I so sublime I got hundred bills, you got just dimes Now you can go away and fuck yourself My friend, I think you need some professional help (No offense)
BOREDOM. Gone/Now back/fire's ignited from the thrust of my jetpack. Flying higher with more glee than my bro, Jack Black. I'm one with the flow, try to duplicate it but you hollow, filled with air. Compare your trails with the miles I've run, see that you're a rock and I am the Sun. Think you can out perform without form, with existential crisis, and thus forlorn.