I have not begun

Ladies and gents, sorry to keep you all waiting,

This goes out to anybody still hating

For those that fake, you all can keep faking

I'm cooking a plate for you to stick your whole face in!

Taste good, don't it cousin? Just so you know, its nothing

I'll get you bugging like some Codiene and some Robotussin

It's just the way that I approach each rhyme, I slap the track and turn around and choke each rhme

Broadcast to the lands like NBC, with pages of sixteens like an MPC

Deliver an ass whipping via MP3 and giving you people more reality than MTV.

Do it PPV, snap necks with the pressure

Make a mess, they'll carry you out on a stretcher

See you could sue, but oooh the law won't protect ya

Even the courtroom sketcher could not sketch ya

You're not following me,

I got your number like caller ID

Try it, you can holler at me

I promise you pain, I will chop your body in threes

And you'll be left there stuttering, p-p-proba-ably

Homie, follow me I got styles, you can copy one

Back of your mind, I know you wanna stop me son

But here's news for you fucker that cannot be done

You might think I've finished but I've not begun

 

I'm grinding, putting these kids to bed

You think you're hard boiled? Fucker you're an Easter egg

You got a pastel shell and a soft inside

Squash your pride you think I fucking lost my mind?

I'm not playing, I might as well be making a bomb

I'll bury you in the foundations when I'm taking you on

Bet the farm on the rhyme for the sake of my mom

She's like "Son show these pigs what kinda bacon you're on."

Its funny but don't laugh

Money, but no cash

The villain of vocab

Killing this Rappad

The illest I wrote man

You don't even know half

I'm banking a full tank, you're running on low gas

Take that!

I'm cutting off your fun

You're nothing but a butter knife stopping a gun

We can dance but your chances are slim to none

You can think that I'm finished; I've not begun