Niggas telling me that my rap so crap Look fuck anyone who's trying judge me I might not be the best Because my rap made people go get a brain tumor test Putting a sign on my raps like beware Because I'm beast When people hear me they all go deceased I'm always looking for a new way to make it on top But I think I'll stick to being underground People say I'm demonic And saying that my raps ironic You gonna explode If you don't cut the wrong wire Because my rap is like fire This shit will burn you Leaving you corpse to ash Telling the pastor That fake pastors are the world's disaster Seems like the world gonna need a plaster Their ain't restart over And start over Because my bars made it game over Filled with the so much rage People asking for a better wage Alot of us getting chronic diseases From micro organisms Like I fix the mechanisms I don't like the attention That's the last thing I have to mention