check out my beat mane, yeah I made that
come a long way from messing with an 8-track
where them lame's at? I'm getting payback
riding on a big wheel call me Pat Sajak

fresh, like that kid playing chess
looking cool, even in a sweater vest
take a guess why my wild styles blessed
better be quick to draw like the wild wild west
pile-drive the rest like WWF
leave 'em deaf dumb and blind
no you couldn't kick a better rhyme
line after line, it's like a rap roast
last ghost writer I had became a real ghost
keep your trap closed, while I mack hoe's
cock-blocking you jocks on fucking frat row
that's a fact yo, I'm hella weird son
Deceptacon, Azwan never fear none
that's right, speak in 3rd person
murdering you herbs, bigger nerds than Ferguson*
kill 'em softly, kill 'em tender
I'm making beats while you brag about your benders
but Badruzz do booze sometimes to say loose
and obtuse to crews who ain't up on my cous cous
ya'll can chew on my poopoo platter
don't matter, you get fatter with my nonsense
more hate than your Youtube comments
from whence I came, jacked brains from noggins
log in, log out, fuck all that noise bad boys rock out
bad girls, bad wives, dad's bad lies
eyes on the prize, it's right between her thighs
died in her pussy so I've got 9 lives
allergic to my rhymes watch you break out in hives
break out the knives like a prep chef samurai
calling all you out like "HEY YOU GUYS!"

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best kept secret, Like Victoria
just wait they'll get bored of ya'
pop goes the weasel and the weasel goes pop
fiend for a needle, leave you fetal in a drop top
on stage can't wait to regurgitate
them old hits but shit now your 3rd rate
desperate times and up goes the murder rate
confused and bent like a question mark vertebrae
scary, getting hairy like Chewbacca
in a straight jacket going "wakka wakka wakka"
mad acid, souls gone flaccid
basket case embrace the late don dada
cop a lotto ticket, playing cricket with a midget
smiley face boxers, looked extra fitted
nobody spit it how I spit when I rip it on the mic
it's night night, walk into that white light
from a great height yeah you might see Azwanicus
perfect stranger, Balki Bartokomous
haunted this metropolis like Banksy
no need to thank me, ya'll are too dainty
try to sympathize but I can't believe these punks
embarrassing like when your family is drunk
faking the funk, like silicone ba-donk-a-donk
alotta people ask, "where the fuck did you come from?"

(chorus)

swag.


*(Clarissa Explains it All Ref.)