What you know about the young kid from the city? To fuck wit me, you’ll need wizardry, this ain’t luck, b? This is straight rawness, takes up 100% of my body. They call me blonde haired Archie, harness the awesomeness through the coffee. Y’all rappers sweeter then a toffee. I’ve been bodying them like a torso, talking bout who took who’s broad, with all the hormones. Ain’t you there a lot of whore clones, I’m a horror clone. I’m the product, of D-12 and C Hill, I mean hell, what the fuck am I gonna do to you, once I find you and your crew out of the blue to, tighten the noose. Because they lit the fuse and now Zilla coming through (huh!) [Hook] I’m taking off like a spaceship, Before you know it, I’ll be saying I made it. But my people been claiming that since Lil Pump was making it rain, bitch. In this rap game, I’m a tiger. Cuz the last thing you see ‘fore you expire. Is the emerald eyes, resembling fire. Where’s my shovel, my music is ground breaking, break all my underground homeboys from the rap basement. I’m getting to the point where I invented a new word: plagiarism. I’m advocate for creationism, and to help rap I need that isolationism. I came from the underground, hanging with Joyner and Pennywise, drinking Hennessy and rhyme, till we got wary eyes. And then we lie, dream of our empty lives. And woke up at any time. I’ve been spitting steady rhymes, I keep it real without the petty crimes. When I make it, don’t start with the confetti. I have always been healthy, but mentally, I’m just as stable as Jenga, at the moment they all dread. Look at me, flyer than southwest. Some of lineage of mine, from out west. Been in denial, that I’m next. Open my phone, see an iMessage. They don’t get the way I message, got fired from Hip-Hop University, cuz nobody learned my lesson. Went back to my profession as a boxer, swing left and right I’mma rock ya. One thing that’s for sure is that I’mma hotshot. I’m like Clark Kent when he was adopted by the Waynes. I’m Arson, when carbon hits the mutherfucking flames. The fuck are you to tell who I am, and am not. Some dudes wanna talk shit, but when it’s showtime they ran off. Fake tough talking, dame stalking frauds are what I cannot stand. Damn, this shit got me hot under the collar, like the stove in the red lobster. Got em panicking, slicing emcees like Anakin. Running fucking off, for I unleash the wu tang klan within. Damagin’ the walls, you built straight vandalism.