LYRICS :

bitch, uh, im the dope rap manic 

with the pad and pen im adjusting my planet

and goddamit

you can feel my energy from a mile away 

like my nen is fucking gigantic 

war is on, and i want all of the glory 

and the pen ain't snapping unless im posting a story

i won't quit rapping unless im frail in my 40's 

cause it takes a lot to hone skills in the laboratory

back with a stash of rhymes on my back 

goddamn trash keep saying that im fucking whack 

then turn your back listening to whack jams

got the hoes running on both feet and both hands

goddamn skin routine face asses 

no glasses i can see through all of yall maskers 

im relaxing, oh shit man what happened ?

slept for a year now im back not a has been

world seems blurry yo karen where my glasses

cannot type the password man i gotta run and grab em 

stumbling over all of the records that i been blasting 

and the sheets of lyrics of the rhymes that i been crafting 

i just heard, recycling companies are drafting 

these rappers think they hard, they in line cause they plastic 

my flow so wild, eccentric, elastic

sparr with the beat, im leaving permanent damage