Oh No (He's Back)

Verse 1: No one man should have all that power? Maybe cause all of ya'll are cowards I don't know why you're pissed at competition When at least you got golden showers Oh wait, my fault. Forgot that ya'll are beneath the Dragon. Before my time were just Petris You tinysaurs can't hang with the beastly Cause I'm eating meat and you are just teething Ha Ha! So chew on this Cause I swear there's food for thought in all the nuances You tried to make your mark like tattoos drew on kids But you'll never forget my lyrical number two on this And I don't mean my pencil that was left in the restroom Where I've written hits, cause my schedule has no rest room And every movement meant move Cause it's your night to take the L; chess rules Verse 2: I'm slicker than an oily Chiquitas banana peel, that's why you can't catch me And I'm quick to get the spoils by the heat I manage real wisely cause it's deadly Ouch! Think I got blister from the tongue twister. On fire, cause I'ma get you higher than Chris Tuck Diss us, then you're gonna need surgery; nip tuck. Then what? Treat it like burglaries; get bucks I'm a mercenary murking every person daring without some intellect Burned by my indirect flambe by hitting the music like Fonzie I spin in the jukebox while you're sipping your juice box in your tube socks, and you're hot? NOT! You ain't cold, you're lukewarm while I got sting like all bees in two swarms Naturally, I have to be immaculately sick as if I was a bathing cancer patient. Can't you smell that Old Spice soap scent? Just Axe around, my style irresistible. Your so called swagger is dismissible Get this, you fool. I'm back with a vengeance for you to witness spitting a full Blazing sixteen from the new generation with more to offer than big booties shaking Or going hard with shot through the heart cause only D-Boys and gangsters drop bars It's the civilian killing the 'phone in the dead zone that's prone to turn your chrome to cones For ice cream cause I've been giving you brain freeze. I'm cold with no cure, and you're a plain sneeze Verse 3: Sonic Boom! I chuck that hot stuff Your trucks got to bump and dump all the junk cause you Got to tune now to me flipping scripts And dip your hips to me ripping lyrics Penetrating perpetrating impersonations Of a certain nation whose motivation seems to be just to blow up Until I show up demonstrating a detonation Of a devastating antonym of procreation That's killing them rhythmically. Skill in him will be seen Finna be ending them, skinning them; dinner's some award winning chicken fricassee pick a Delectable side of edible rhymes. Incredible taste; a connoisseur I'm running the place; entrepreneur. And you are a waste: pile of manure Wow! How mature of me? Nah, how demure of me? Now someone order these wacks a thesaurus please I spit at hating biters, repel losers by being hot And sophisticating minds and revolutionizing thought and that's SMART