Hook Hey Yo, I’m just sticking to my thing. If you wanna take it personal, then step into the ring. I ain’t tryna make you mad at me. You tighter than some denim jeans So go and take a jab at me Pretending that we’re enemies… Verse 1 How did I end up with all these mortal enemies? I really don’t care about a mortal ending me ‘Cause when we combat I’m Luke, You’re a wombat So get over here and bow to my geeky boom bap It’s a trap. Meme rhymes for these times I’m telling you These theme guys, roll my eyes they’re selling you. Goofy bars, a straight face, I'm smelling poo. Add humor to disgrace and I’ll come too. Let me go into a different direction All these pansy little bitches throwing disses for erections There’s no beef in their selection. Vegetarian infection Never vegan rotten eggs A favorite meal in their selection Hypin stinkin like perfection. Won’t learn your lesson I’m guessin perfection Is the thing that you’re professing While giving less then you are fussing waiting for more. Try to lessin while you’re messin’ I’m suggesting’ Try to mess in other spaces. I’m not stressin There’s the door. Hook Hey Yo, I’m just sticking to my thing. If you wanna take it personal, then step into the ring. I ain’t tryna make you mad at me. You tighter than some denim jeans So go and take a jab at me Pretending that we’re enemies Hey yo I’m just sticking to my thing. If you wanna take it personal then step into the ring. You clowns get the jugular (juggler) Got blood on my jeans Man I’m sick of yalls jabs Y'all aren’t even enemies. Trigger warning! Well shit… I didn’t mean to pull it but I warned ya I’m a bully fully moody Mood swings by a tree Ya hang with me I take your will (wheel) In these ropes… And pull these (pulleys) Twin glocks… Slim stocks That been cocked Like bent cops Don’t tempt ours That’s wet socked cement blocks Body’s in a river My tim’s (thames) blotched And I ain’t talking ‘Tea’ (tee) when there’s blood left clean on it Get the bleached. The scheme’s mean Me? I mean skeems We team with heat on these enemies. Stop with the cap Not one to snap But if you act then act Don’t tweet don’t meme don’t feign on me. If you wanna ‘sub’ then I’m machine I mean… I’m… Schwarzenegger, the Terminator, Exterminator, Vermin Slayer. Burnin haters “Hey there, wait there” They ain’t wavin’ Friendly neighbours I filet ‘em Made ‘em Bake a Cake with they intestines Pate paul hey pass the plate I’m great for Indigestion… Hook Hey Yo, I’m just sticking to my thing. If you wanna take it personal, then step into the ring. I ain’t tryna make you mad at me. You tighter than some denim jeans So go and take a jab at me Pretending that we’re enemies Verse 3 I’m the glitch in the grip of a godless gospel, Fist in the ribcage, rattle like fossils, Spin through the wind with a grin that’s hostile, Ink in my spit turns scripts into throttles. Coffin confetti when the pen blade’s swinging, Tongue’s a guillotine, headless lines singing, Your crown’s just tinfoil, crumpled, clinging, While my punchlines hit like a church bell ringing. Puppet on the pulpit with the strings cut jagged, Pull my teeth out, still bite, still ragged, Drip gasoline while the matchstick’s dragging, Set fire to the choir, make the last hymn staggered. Cryptic cadence in the maze of my mind, Every bar booby-trapped, trip on the line, Cross out the cross while the snakes intertwine, Leave saints in the ash with the gold they decline. Pixel in the frame where the face got blurred, Clip every wing when the cage gets stirred, Every “amen” here’s just a slurred-down slur, While I dance in the dark with the plague I incurred. Yo, I’m the brick through your stained-glass cathedral’s pane, Rain dance in a minefield, laughing through the pain, Snake venom in a teacup, sip and feel the strain, While I’m juggling the thunderbolts Zeus couldn’t tame. Slipstream syllables, sawed-off semantics, Break laws of grammar while I’m breakin’ bad habits, Rhyme traffic jam in thoughtful crashes, and panics, Turn your dreamscape street into black-ice havoc. I’m the war drum beat in a saint’s confession, Torch parades through your false procession, My spit’s a blade in a gold complexion, Your crown melts down into cheap obsessions. Machete metaphors through an acute mental maze, Torch in one hand, gas can ablaze, I graffiti the truth in your haunted hallways, ‘Til the paint peels off from the words I phrase. the glitch in the halo, the static on grace, That poltergeist grin in a poker-faced place, Every punchline lands like a fist in the vase, While I’m whistlin’ hymns in a shark’s embrace. Hook Hey Yo, I’m just sticking to my thing. If you wanna take it personal, then step into the ring. I ain’t tryna make you mad at me. You tighter than some denim jeans So go and take a jab at me Pretending that we’re enemies
