[Verse 1] I came in the room with a attitude like, “whoops, wrong switch,” White knuckles on the mic, make the whole block twitch. Talk slick, get clipped by the wit, I don’t miss, I’m a one-man riot with a tongue like this. I spit fast, stack panic in a neat little box, Slip knots in the plot while I pick all the locks. You rap in a loop, I reroute every bar, Turn a joke into a bruise, then I fire bomb your car. Got a mouth full of matchsticks, fuel in the timing, Punchlines land clean like a crowbar climbing. If I say it, it stings, if I sing it, it burns, Every crack in my voice got a couple hard turns. [Chorus] Bite my Dick, I don’t flinch when the whole thing clicks, I’m the glitch in the mix, I’m the itch in the tick. Bite my Dick, yeah, I talk with my balls in the script, If the you fools want a problem, I’m the one if they want it [Verse 2] Cold-sweat cadence, I’m a heist in a hoodie, Take the spotlight, leave the rest looking footy. Your flex is a sketch, mine’s a brick to your grin, I draw blood from the beat every time I jump in. I got syllables stacked like plates in the sink, One slip, whole thing tilts, make the loudmouths sink. No crown, just a frown and a cracked little laugh, I’m the cut in the joke and the end of the path. So keep your little threats, your rehearsed little poses, I’m a blunt-force sonnet with a casket full of roses. When I step to the edge, I don’t back up, I dive, Whole crowd goes quiet when I show up alive. [Bridge] Yeah, I’m messy, I’m mean, I’m the noise in the wire, I turn cheap little flames to a full-blown fire. Say my name one time, watch the whole room lean, I don’t need a crown when I’m already obscene. [Chorus] Bite my Dick, I don’t flinch when the whole thing clicks, I’m the glitch in the mix, I’m the itch in the tick. Bite my Dick, yeah, I talk with my fists in the script, If the room wants a problem, I’m the one if they want it
