[Verse 1]

I ain't even gotta give this too much thought

Joell Ortiz won every war that he ever fought

This ain't no different, I'm listening, you the king of New York?

Lil homie you ain't the king of New York, you the next thing on my fork

The messenger with all them rings on that horse

Carrying king's heads 'til I kick you in the chest

And you cough and fall into a bottomless pit

Homie, you know how many bodies that fit?

When we met you said ”it's an honor, man, the YAOWA man can spit”

Maybe that's why you left me out of that shit

Maybe that's why the Slaughterhouse ain't get dissed

Or maybe I'm not on your radar

You feel you ain't gotta acknowledge my clique

Either way, I personal train this beat, it gotta get ripped

You rich rappers can't respond with all the dollars you get

Gangsta rappers can't retaliate with hollows and clips

And you fashion rappers wear the kind of jeans that hardly get zipped

So zip it, I got this shit, real hip hop in this bitch

The apocalypse has fell upon us, watch the zombies I split

The walking dead, I've been a monster, shorty, I can get bit

And never turn, I'm immune to these rappers y'all calling sick

I stomped the red carpet holding my dick

And throw tomatoes at the podium

For whack awards that y'all niggas get

Then stand up and scream YAOWA then dip

And smack a legend on the way out of that bitch

Cause I don't big up the elite

The elite can get it too, you all fit under my feet

You all victims, all chitlins when a nigga trying to eat

I'll see to it, y'all missing like a whino nigga teeth

Anybody can get it

Old nigga, new nigga, him nigga, you nigga

One nigga, two nigga, a few niggas

I do niggas harm with these bars

It was brave, you took a chance like a Monopoly card

Put that telly you trying to check in, that property is ours

Can't get a W on Broadway, I'm New York all day

Yeah, that's where the boss stay

You no hear that?

A hundred Ricans running at you chief like a...

Last time in Compton I was kicking it with Jorge

I rocked with some cons out west like the...

But I don't claim king even though my name ring

And I had China in the Bay, we call Beijing

Rodeo... they telling you the same thing

Chico be in Sacramento so much he can claim king

But that's the west coast, I'm from this coast

I'll leave the king of LA to Dre, I was this close

To stay at Aftermath, but lamped out like a Genie

But Dre you such a gangster and... you're such a sweetie

And guess what, I'm a free agent again if y'all never need me

But back to these bars, I'm hungry, this beat is gon' feed the needy

Y'all looking like grannys ziti, zucchini out in Tahiti

With Erykah Badu's booty in a bikini

Your main chick is a Precious, my side chick is a RiRi

I fuck her and take her out for fries in the panini

I ain't a rap nigga, I'm a nigga that rap

Before this — y'all saw the cypher, I ain't bringing that back

Why should I recycle bars when my mind is a flight to Mars?

And any force I came across was like rhyming inside a star

With the Universe on my back, your human version is wack

I grab my extraterrestrial testicles when I rap

And tell Earth suck it, tell the planet try it

I turn this bitch into the Independence Day

Without the lucky drunk pilot

I love competition, constructing a composition

Of destruction, put a... composition

I'm Optimus Prime trucking your boulevard, just wishin'

That a star screams so I can go on a bombing mission

You set the bar high, I raised the bar higher

You gon' learn though, inferno scorch a bonfire