End of the line

I start writing I start fighting, I get into my zone when I'm rhyming

My hurt is rising, everyday my haters are crying, I laugh to every sad song

Cause I know I don't belong, keep shooting I keep my rap headstrong

I'm so dope, but not like Cheech and Chong, yeah I'm dissing

You, I'm about to eat you, even though your the only trash on the menu

Through my immaturity I grew, so I punch through all these rappers with my Kung Fu

Go all out know this life, go all out, blackout on this nightlife

Uppercut Obama's wife, she looked at me thru the TV like times five

The Illuminati is waiting for my demise, if Drake didt mumble so much

I'd say that all he says is lies, like you rappers say you da best

When you sound like you dropped out of 3rd grade at this rate

I'll be a phycho, who used to be a renegade

Until he had that pink lemonade

And eats peanut better that's out of date

I only go to the bathroom out of state

I always take shots when I'm at a debate

I'm terrible but I'm still better then you mate

You come in this battle too late, cause I am determinate

I have no hate just a lot of cake.