Yeah I Wanna Smash Your Wife but She Can Smack My Dragon Balls Yo, listen up, you wannabe clown, Claimin' you a rapper, but you just a letdown, Unemployed, livin' off them fake dreams, While I’m stackin’ paper, bustin’ through the regimes. You the most hated, call you Right-Left Jarek, Snitchin’ on your boys, man, how you even dared it? Thug talk on the gram, but you softer than a kitten, Flexin’ with your Monopoly cash, boy, you trippin’. Lookin’ like you just took a shit, no cap, Swagger so wack, you could use a whole map, Your rhymes whack like your jobless scene, Can’t handle my heat, you don’t know what I mean. Chillin’ in the shadows, yeah, I know you hate it, But your girl be blowin’ up my phone, can't debate it, Said, “Yeah, I wanna smash, show me what you got,” But only if you let me whip it out like a juggernaut. You a fake-ass king, call you dollar-store G, While I’m out here flexin’, runnin’ shit like a spree, Take a look in the mirror, what the hell do you see? A washed-up scrub, man, can’t even roll three. Hit em’ with the double time, light up like a comet, You tangled in the web, boy, you can’t even flaunt it, I’m like a dragon spittin’ fire, burnin’ all your dreams, And your wife’s on my line - know what I mean? So step back, Jarek let me take the crown, I’m the king of this jungle, you just another clown, Yeah, I wanna smash your wife, she can smack my dragon balls, While you at home cryin’, trippin’ over your falls. So here’s the lesson, try to keep it tight, In this rap game, I’m the beast, you the fright, Talk shit, get hit, that’s the law of the land, Keep your name out my mouth, understand, man?