SuperMayne (Prod. Dahm)

I ain't from this planet but you mother fuckers know that

Took that gold up off my wrist replaced it with an OLED

Language that I'm speaking think these niggas need a closed cap

Shun the light inside I'm from the pit and I don't hold back

 

Baratheon nigga I came for the throne

My goons extra reckless they aim at ya dome

Rock so many rings that my fist made of chrome

I'll kick down your door and run right in your home

 

I'm back in this bitch like I'm parallel parking

Throw hands at ya boy and I'm tearin em off ya

I sip Kerosene and I sleep in a coffin

Duct tape on deck for you niggas who talkin

 

Mil town museum I stand on the wings

Army of darkness bitch hail to the king

People stay tellin me bout what they think

Like who gave you niggas permission to think?

 

Please understand you're irrelevant dude

When I'm talking down it's a hell of a view

And I swear to fuck that I'm better than you

I'm banging my mic on the walls of the booth

 

Lately it's like I inflated my pockets man

I'm drippin like I'm related to aquaman

Never been friendly don't fuck wit your operatives

Monocle on I might start a monopoly

 

They say the flow is on god level

I put my boot through the go pedal

I see opponents at all levels

You mother fuckers should know better

 

Than to challenge Saitama to a punching match

Bitch I'm Schwarzenegger this is running man

Mick Rory with a mother fucking match

Barry Allen on a hundred meter dash

 

I'm just saying I ain't fucking playing

Ultra instinct like a super saiyan

Who don't give a shit bout what the fuck you saying

Off that kryptonite so call me super mayne