Bow Down

Straight to the spitting never need a fucking intro City and the 'burbs, two worlds like a schizo Going so hard I feel I could slice Kimbo My voice is all you need when I'm on my Mike Winslow Trynna find a bimbo who know just what she in fo' Who know she better never ask me for my fucking pin code Fuck a succubus I'm busting nuts up on a nympho Cause when she get low, it's never cause we're playing limbo Baby I don't give no fucks about no other shit All about this rap game, 'till I'm fucking running it Yes I'm taking over man I'm feeling that power Sand nigga on the run you better call Jack Bauer But he ain't gon' stop me, no, he can't get this job done Even if he does I'll come right back because I'm God's son So I call the studio the chapel in my basement And I call this beat Mary Magdalene's replacement Ooh Lord, show a little mercy I'm trynna be you, tell me if I'm worthy Only time I'm praying's when I'm hoping that they heard me Getting dirty with these kids like I'm working with the clergy I am the new school, suburban and nerdy Bowing down to nobody make these other rappers curtsy Fiending for fame I'm getting so Goddamn thirsty So I'm killing musicians like Conrad Murray These rappers are some bitches and I hold the leash Lyricism that could baffle Mr. Dos Equis He said Amin when I told the priest I'm a fucking star, I'mma blow up cause I supernova beats Sharper than a Ginsu, looking like a Hindu Rarely beefing but you don't know what you're getting into Dead wrong if you don't think that I'm doing it big, dude Can't believe I'm taking over like a fucking pig flew So sick, flow slick like Crisco You trynna do this music I'll leave you deader than Disco I'm fee-fi-fo-fumming while you fucking tiptoe You're fucking with a giant, I'mma Lambo, you're a Pinto My lyrics are bullets flying out the fucking window Loading up a cartridge ain't talking 'bout Nintendo Keep the flow going never slowing down the tempo So I'mma speed it up at the peak of the crescendo Been a long time now and nobody think I still got it so I gotta spit this right I'm about to make this bitch ignite, and put these hoes in a crypt tonight Time and time again I got to turn back round and spit these flows Balling like I'm with D. Rose, pissing on beats like kidney stones Let me tell you who sucks, these rappers that talk too much When you know you couldn't sell a double album for just two bucks If y'all want to fuck with me, I'll leave you boys with blue nuts Then I'll lay your whole career in white sheets like you was Ku Klux I do not give two fucks, assassinate the magistrate Don't ever try to judge me just sit back and let me fascinate I battle fake rappers, smoke them and make them evaporate I gotta do this cause Hip Hop is in a fragile state So I spit doper than smoking on marijuana I'm hot as the devil, just a rebel ain't wearing Prada I could turn your crew to the army of Terracotta I'm the savior like the son of Mary or Sarah Connor So bow down