[Verse 1:]

I'm a punch line professional, far from conventional

Always make a point like what comes right before a decimal

I never ate my vegetables, skipped outta pre school

Spit molten lava, ain't a second I could be cool

I'm nasty, so come right at me

I am, fresh to death shit I'm great like Gatsby

My voice stays raspy but ladies like it

They always jock my swagger and tell me that I'm the nicest

I'm righteous, so who fucking with Webster

Stay bangin' out tracks in the lab like Dexter

I'm clever, ever-y day under pressure

Bow down to king Mathers, but I am his successor

An MC like Escher, fresh, flyer than feathers

Rollin' up the trees and light up like a projector

I'm better, bitch trust me

I'm Super Mario with a star cause' y'all can't touch me



[Chorus:]

You could never be the man that I be

Never go to war with a dude like me

You'd be barking up the wrong tree

Trust me

You could never do that things that I do

You could never spit the words that I spew

You could never stand to walk in my shoes

Trust me



[Verse 2:]

You'd be barking up the wrong tree, barking at the wrong dog

Power walking around you mother fuckers in full jog

I go hard, shit I'm oh so sick

I'm loco bitch, eat rappers like Coco Crisp

And get it jumping like a pogo stick, nobody next to this

I been rapping since Sonic was running on Sega Genesis

So I'll throw Knuckles like his nemesis, now who could step to this

I'm so fly I got a leg up on Pegasus

Put together sentences, verses to the chorus'

On the underground like bones of Stegosaurus'

My kicks harder than Chuck Norris'

One roundhouse will knock you all the way to places that your foreign with

I'm rolling with at least 3 Ninjas, call me Colt

But bitches call me the carpenter, I screw nut and bolt

I won't just give up, and don't just back down

And don't give two fucks, you know all that now



[Chorus]



[Verse 3:]

I'm a mother fucking ani-mal, scrodem full of cannonballs

Playing drinking games till I hardly even stand at all

I bite bitches like Trueblood this dude's rough

Brain screwed up, from too much drugs

I never grew up

Drinking till I threw up, throw up, vomit

Barf on the game you bitches don't really want it

Sorry homeboy but do not interrupt me

I'm better at rapping than you, bitch just trust me



[Chorus]