Something's wrong, I can feel it. It's just a feeling I've got. Like something's about to happen, but I don't know what.

If that means what I think it means, we're in trouble. Big trouble.

And if he is bananas as you say, I'm not taking any chances. You're just one to talk.

I'm beginning to feel like a rap god, rap god. All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod.

Now, who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?

They said I rap like a robot, so call me Rap Bot. But for me to rap like a computer must be in my jeans.

I got a laptop in my back pocket, my pen'll go off when I hat cock it.

Got a fat nap from that rat prophet, made a living and a killing off it.

Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office, with Monica Lewinsky filling on his nutsack.

I'm an MC still as honest, but as rude and as indecent as all hell syllables.

Killaholic? Kill'em all, Rick.

This slibity-gibity-hibity hip-hop, you don't really want to get into a pissing match with this trappity rat pack.

And a mac in the back of the yak-pack-pack-rap-crap-yap-yap-yap-giddy-yak-nap.

The exact same time I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while in practice.

And that I'll still be able to break a motherfucking table over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half.

Only realized it was ironic, I was under aftermath after the fact.

How could I not blow? All I do is drop F-bombs.

Feel my wrath of attack rap as I have in a rough time period.

Here's a maxi pad, it's actually disastrously bad.

For the wack while I masterfully construct in this masterpiece.

I'm beginning to feel like a rap god, rap god.

All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod.

Now, who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?

Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard.

Everybody wants a key and a secret to rap immortality like I have not.

Well, to be true for the blueprints, simply rage and youth will exuberance.

Everybody loves to root for a nuisance.

Hit the earth like an asteroid, need nothing but truth for the moon-sense.

MC's get taken to school with this music cause I use it as a vehicle to bust the rhyme.

Now I lead a new school full of students.

Me, I'm a product of Rakim.

Lock him, Shabazz, Tupac in.

W-A-Q-A dot ring, y'all are easy, thank you, they got slim.

Inspired enough to undate, grow up, blow up and be in a position.

To meet, run DMC and induct him into the motherfucking Rakim.

Roll Hall of Fame, even though I walk in the church in person, a ball of flames.

Only Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the Alcohol of Fame on the wall of shame.

You fags think it's all a game, till I walk a flock of flames.

All for planking, tell me what in the fuck are you thinking?

Little gay looking boy, so gay I can barely say it with a straight face looking boy.

You witnessing a massacre like you're watching a church gathering take place looking boy.

Boy, they that boys gay, that's all they say looking boy.

You get a thumbs up hat on the back and a way to go from your label every day looking boy.

Hey looking boy, what you say looking boy?

I get a hell yeah from Trey looking boy.

I'ma work for everything I have, never ask nobody for shit, get out my face looking boy.

Basically boy, you're never gonna be capable of keeping up with the same pace looking boy.

Cause I'm beginning to feel like a rap god, rap god.

All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod.

The way I'm racing around the track call me NASCAR, NASCAR.

Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the white trash guard.

Kneel before General Zod, this plan is Krypton.

No Asgard, Asgard.

So you be Thor and I'll be Odin, you be Rodin, I'm omnipotent.

That often I'm reloading, immediately with these bombs I'm toting.

And I should not be walking, I'm the walking dead but I'm just a talking head, a zombie floating.

But I got your mom defloating, I'm out my ramen noodle.

We have nothing in common poodle, I'm a Doberman.

Pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage pupil.

To me, my honesty's brutal but it's honestly futile.

If I don't utilize what I do though for good at least once in a while.

So I wanna make sure somewhere in the chicken scraps I scribble and doodle.

Enough rhymes to maybe try to help get some people through tough times.

But I gotta keep a few punchlines just in case cause even you unsigned rappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtime.

I know there was a time where once I was king of the underground.

But I still rap like I'm on my Pharaoh munch grind.

So I crunch rhymes but sometimes when you combine.

A peer with the skin color of mine, you get too big and it becomes trying to censor you like that one line I said.

On a back from the Mathers LP1 when I tried to sell take seven kids from Columbine.

Put them all in a line at an AK-47, a revolver and a knife.

See if I get away with it now that I ain't as big as I was.

But I'm morphing into an immortal, coming through the portal.

You're stuck in a time war from 2004 though.

And I don't know what the fuck that you run for.

You're pointless as Rapunzel with fucking cornrows you like.

Normal, fuck being normal.

And I just bought a new ray gun from the future just to come and shoot ya.

Like when Fabulous made Ray J mad.

Cause Fab said he looked like a faggot.

Mayweather's passing into a man while he played piano.

Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the Kayvo channel.

So Ray J went straight to the radio station the very next day.

Hey Fab, I'ma kill you.

Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed.

Jay Jay Fab.

Summon, I'ma doom, I'ma you.

Assuming I'm a human.

What I gotta do to get it through to you?

I'm superhuman, innovative and I'm made of rubble.

So that anything you say is ricocheting off of me and it'll glue to you.

I'm devastating more than ever.

Devastating more than ever.

Demonstrating how to give a motherfucking audience a feeling like it's levitating.

Never fading.

And I know the haters are forever waiting for the day to think I say I fell off to be celebrating.

Cause I know the way to get them motivated.

I make elevating music.

You make elevator music.

Oh, he's too mainstream.

Well, that's what they do when they get jealous.

They confuse it.

It's not hip-hop.

It's pop.

Cause I found a hella way to fuse it.

With rock.

Shock rap.

With dark.

Don't wanna lose yourself.

I make them lose it.

I don't know how to make songs like that.

I don't know what words to use.

Let me know when it occurs to you.

I'm inadvertently hurting you.

How many verses I gotta murder to prove that if you a half as nice in songs, you can sacrifice virgins to.

School flunky.

Pill junkie.

But look at the accolades.

These skills brung me.

Bullying myself.

But still hungry.

I bully myself cause I make me do what I put my mind to when I'm a million leagues above me.

Ill when I speak in tongues.

But it's still tongue and cheek.

Fuck you, I'm drunk.

Satan take the fucking wheel.

I'm asleep in the front seat.

Bumping heavy in the voice.

Still chunky but funky.

But in my head there's something I can feel tugging and struggling.

Angels fight with devils and here's what they want from me.

They're asking me to eliminate some of the women hate.

But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I had, then you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situation and understand the discrimination.

But fuck it.

Life's handing you lemons?

Make lemonade then.

But if I can't battle the women, how the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?

Don't mistake it for Satan.

It's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseas and take a vacation to trip abroad and make a fall on her face.

I'm facing.

Don't be a retard.

Be a king.

Think not.

Why be a king when you can be a god?