[Intro] Insider. (Someone told me to rap over an Eminem Beat.) I'm about to get obnoxious. Just a sec. Okay. [Verse 1] I got ya feeling out my catalogue, it's looking like a paradox. Searing like a Cattle Prod I'm chiller than a Paddle Pop. Pissing rappers off cuz when Sider hops up on the song. Their ladies watch the whole package Rock like I'm Hasselhoff. Got the hammer cocked. I'm prone to throw heavy. You're all petty, want beef? Sweet, I'll bring the whole deli. No telling when I'll blow bro, just get my throne ready. Slay the game, branching genres, claim my reign, a devil's Mantra. Play the beat like it's Contra gotcha watching like WOAH NELLY. [Verse 2] Hard rappers bore me stiff, I wonder why their albums flop? I hit 'em like an atom bomb, and flatten every chatterbox. Got a vault of catchy songs, I'm snapping off the master lock. Spilling out a thousand rhymes, I'm higher than an astronaut. Napping through a marathon, rappers in my aftershock. Quaking in their plastic Crocs, softer than an ahhpricot. Give 'em everything I got, I am everything that you are not Take the loss and hit that clock and roll out like an autobot. Quarter in the slot, got me switching up the stamina. Eating like a scavenger and smiling for the cameras. What a pretty picture, bitch I'm looking like an animal. Looking at the calendar, I'm booking up a massacre. Dropping every challenger like enemies in Galaga. Hit 'em with the finisher, my graphics are spectacular. Flipping my competitors like burgers on a spatula. Empty out your health bar, I'll be biting like I'm Dracula. A forty piece collection boy I'll fight like my tarantulas. [Verse 3] I don't want a label putting money in the budget, Or an A&R to tell me how the industry is running. Fans are looking at the numbers like I’m rigging my production, Forty tracks deep guys every one of 'em is custom. I was out at 3 AM, freezing on a bad night, Popping off a fat cap, painting by the taillights. Now I'm jumping on a record, busting heads with my lead pipe, I betcha Suno rappers couldn't even get a snare right. So I'm tagging up a record that Mathers gone and bodied, Walking right up in it like the shit was on my property. Sider got some fuckboys freezing in the lobby, Spitting out their coffee like, "When did she get cocky?!" Since the first bar, since the worst part, since my dirt naps, Since I took the shit I lived and turned it into wordcraft. I don't need a writer, I just hit 'em with the first draft, Choking out the fakers when I'm dropping off my nerve gas. [Verse 4] [arrogant and relaxed] Back at it, savage on the track and I don't practice, Snap a rapper's back on wax like Bender in the attic. I don't sleep on beats, but I'm snoozing through your best work, Wipe my dirty kicks on your brand new sweatshirt. Looking at the seams, man, whoever did the prep work, Left a loose thread, let me pull it till your neck hurts Ripping out the stitching, I'm a little indiscriminate, Riddle me this how you gonna sit and imitate A bitter witted misfit who was spitting when you didn't sit and listen to the rhythm, Is it getting intricate? Quit I'm just beginning it. Picking at your written like there's gristle in the middle bitch, Spit it back and did you listen? Shit it is so pitiful I’m sick of it, Dipping in a little bit, you're shivering and timid with it, Swimming in the kiddie pool and swearing that you're killing it, Thinking you're a lyricist but spitting like a simpleton, Rip your shitty gibberish to ribbons in a minute kid, I get that this is clinical precision but I'll give it to you simple, You don't finish what you start and I don't start what I can't finish bitch. [Verse 6] Open notes my pen is going postal, going mental, Forty tracks in and I ain't even used a pencil. You been playing safe, I been playing with my food, Chew you up and spit you out like you're any other dude. talking with my mouth full just to go and set the mood cuz I'm eating rappers raw, didn't learn my dinner etiquette, Tear the meat right off your bone and pick apart ya skeleton. You could run it back a hundred times, couldnt put a dent in it, Sider on a Shady beat, the fuck did you expect from this?! Heard this beat when I was twelve and it had me going crazy. Maybe it’s the way my mama dropped me as a baby. Throw a tantrum on it now, got me acting kinda funny. Going crazy cause the baby's bouta pacify this dummy. None of y'all could beat me even in a dream state. Fuck a morning storm, turn the world into a seascape. Write and form a tidal wave, welcome in my black tide Sink ya in the depths like ya bout to get baptized. Drag ya through the deep before I lead ya to the slaughter, I'm the nightmare child, devil's daughter, ask my father. (nobody puts baby in a corner) YUP!
