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im on a mission i aint tryna front

believe that ima be leavin these critics stunned

and if you aint on my team you can believe were done

ive made some enemies so trust you aint the only one

passin all the has beens and ones to be

called the next best up i think most agree

try to copy my style but cant hang with me

acomplishing these goals is all that i can see

skinny jeans with the converse to match

im dressed in all black cause the villain is back

and whats more worse than that

is im revenging fast

and perhaps im leaving no victims for laughs

see, its simply the art of the game

it only takes few sparks to light up a flame

and once its all lit cant be put out by rain

so you better be carful with words you explain

dreams of havin hands wavin in my face

as im killin a stage

so stay outa my way

travel all day inside my private plane

while we drinkin champagne

while the cities all change

late nights wrecking mics in a booth

with a dedicated mind aint got shit to prove

and im on the loose so whats that mean for you?

ima short fused rapper with some demon views

cant touch me im everest high

and ever so better then every guy

and whenever i rhyme i make em all cry

so why do i try? always ends with sighs

funny things change when skills applied

but your flows had me feelin kinda dead inside

had me zombie walkin sides walks at 12 at night

but this shits to easy its become my life

flows like tears from any types of competitors

but the tears cool me down cause im the hottest of temperatures

worse than any other foul mouth, rebel teenager

sharper than any sweeny todd murderous straight razor

but what are you mad for? why do you hate so much

sayin how bad i suck when im pullin in clutch

im munchin down haters who talk way to much

and eatin people just like you for dinner and lunch