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[Verse] I'm killing shit like spiders on the wall Keeping shit on lock like money in the vault So hot that I make a bitch melt like a malt So quick with sick shit, you gotta put my shit on pause Just to understand what you heard, so I can get applause Now think about what I said; I got bacterial infested, freezing cold bars Here soon, I'll be stirring it up like blenders so here comes another war Don't front with all that fussing and hollering because at most, you're just a baby bore Sit down little one and see what I become Until I fry these fools like onions, I won't be done In this game, until that day I'll be flyer than a fucking drone So you can get on up and go home Or else a foot in your ass is prone My multitasking is on point I'll be kicking your ass and making your bitch moan While sitting on the throne I just took from King Joan Of Arc, also known as Jeanne Darc Oh, I'm sorry, my intelligence just kicked in I had to dumb shit down for these fools So I left history in the dark These bitches trying to act smart is like saying Mark Whalberg doesn't act when I know that's a matter of fact But anyways I'm back on that lyrical smack a bitch back Into place back to Whackville And I'm still real hard like someone stealing steel Literally that's a steal I'm going off on these bars, that shit's too drill Like a screw or a nail in the wood What I say goes right over their heads because they're slow like a snail, for real I'm cooking this shit like I'm preparing a meal But what's the deal with these fakes? They weak like seven days They think they're on top because they got album plays What if I told that lyrics and flow what makes the artist a sick one? And of course it's been done But it all comes down to who does it best And who gives that warm feeling like a fucking vest To the listener when they connect to what's said And the rest is history I spit fire on y'all so you need that histamine All I mean is my art's a gift from me to you And whoever don't like it can suck it or let it be