I want to be rich so I move fast like a missile but I'll never sell my soul just to be sacrificial call a time out, grab the official, blow the whistle I got to be real all the time, I can't be artificial I got to give it 100% bc I'm full of potential I've been writing rymes since the 90's using #2 pencils I can freestyle off the top or write smooth lines like stincles leaving my verse stuck in your head like sharp thistles I'm pretty hard on the mic my competitions looking brittle they say I sound like Eminem but their just fruity like Skittles you claim to be a big dog but to whyt ryme your just little I can play the drums pretty good and I'll string you up like a fiddle musicly inclined to leave you declined and pop you like a pimple I can't be beat and it's a treat but for me it's so simple I want to in the front of the line but I'm stuck in the middle give me a chance to blow up and I'll shine bright like a crystal they say their Cold on the mic but I'm an Antarctic icecicle now it's 2022 and the world is still blinded by sickos leaving a sour taste in my mouth like I was biting a pickle hot headed on the track so watch me just light the sizzle I'll initiate the beef 1st then throw it all on the griddle my barz are deadly, and I'm not trying to be civil so if I kill you on a beat , there won't be no acquittal death sentence for this menace I hope my audience cripples no I don't I apologize I'm a huge prick and y'all just shriveled breath of fresh air and relax while I scratch down these scribbles you can call me a ball hog but have you seen me pass it and dribble I'll take the shot if you want but I won't miss watch it spin like a drimle my raps should be worth millions, but y'all aren't worth five nickels titty baby boy rapper's still stuck on the nipple throwing shockwaves from the bombs that I drop heres a ripple