I'm a lyrical assassin, dropping bombs on the track Like MF DOOM, I bring the heat and never lack My rhymes are sharp, cutting through the noise In public when I freestyle, I be messing up Don't want these mafuckers knowing my talent when I'm at a rapping pageant I left for a little while like my dad, only difference is he didn't come back. My rapping will always be better than that bitch Im just being honest wit you, I'm gonna borough through the tunnels of underground hip-hop And try to become the king of all of y'all That shit didn't work so Imna one of those mainstream rappers My name gonna be everywhere Whenever Sarah gets her hair cut Whenever I met her at the beauty salon Wait, this sounds familiar! Its like that one time Ye found a gold digger at as salon, she was truly a trifling fiend indeed! I got flow and lyricism like the one and only Earl Sweatshirt, I can never compare to him I fight for life everyday Like Russians fighting bears without any repercussion Sometimes I be going backwards like a boomerang but I know Imma come back like Slim Shady, here's some bars milady Ice Cube needs to get lubed up in front of me Woahh, no homo!