I hear you talkin' shit, bro you think you're the heat Please bow down to defeat you're barely mince meat Stop with the street talk, and start to do the street, walk Lock yourself in and tell me this, prepare to be thrown in the ocean In the middle with jaws Or prefer to be served and severed with claws, knock on the doors Of absolute death you may But please be ready for the automatic failures you may make talk all you want but I got shit to say but please remember I’m coming for you you'll be needing Help from Jesus ain't on my level or a level at all, take a vacation Go back to your level your not on my level