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I've been a beast, with the lyrics and the beats
Handing fatalities to any enemy sent for me
Finish him, flawless, victory
Any MC that ever stepped, I leave him beheaded

Put your neck inside the guillotine
Can't wait to see the looks of disbelief
On all the faces of the haters
And people that disrespected me

When they see these 40 G's
I bet they start switching they energy
And wishing I'll bless them with the checks
That's getting sent to me

Like I said, what goes around comes back eventually
And karma is a bitch, mine is gonna be pretty, please
Remember kicking me when I was down
Cause that's the reason you won't be around to win with me

I don't pay attention to people trying to judge my life
Cause I know none of them could live it
They way too big of bitches
Think they could've made it this far

You can forget it
They don't make them like this anymore
They ain't built out of this shit
They're lucky instead of violence

I choose forgiveness
Cause all the shit I went through
Could've really made me vicious
These frail ass dudes

Couldn't stand in a pair of my shoes
They too timid to even make it a single minute
I was molded by the pain
Shit, I'm Bane, I was raised in it

You and me are not the same
I was made different
I'm a real one, could've folded
I'm still standing, I'm a soldier

Been through shit that could've killed me
But it didn't, I got stronger
Even built my suit of armor
So them sticks and stones

You toss them way too soft
Throw them harder
You a weakling, oh my mama
If I speak it, then I mean it

I got honor
Sacrificed my life for both my daughters
I'm a martyr, Jesus Christ
I'm surprised I ain't learned how to walk on water

The shit I spit go harder than both the Carters
Holly Grove to Marcy Gardens
That ain't a artist with the skills I got
I promise, oh my God

I hope it kills them like Kenny
When my pockets get fat as Cartman
I can write it and produce it
Turn silence into music

With nobody's help all by myself
I can do it at a level
That leaves most professionals looking foolish
Nobody in the game can hang if I gave them nooses

Treat you like Forrest Gump
Be upstairs banging your mama
And when I'm through
Come tell you how much she cares about your schooling

Checkmate
Get ready for another Kim K sex tape
Whip your ass faster than Ali
If you called him Cassius Clay

After the name change
Treating rappers like I'm Jason Voorhees
With a universal door key
At a all girls dorm

Full of clumsy whores
With no vocal cords
That means they can't run or scream
Flow doper than morphine

My name tastes fresher than Listerine
Whenever they mention me
I'll instantly blow any opposition to smithereens
They should run like they got a million legs

They some millipedes
Cause when it come to beef
Been a drill like antihistamines
I can't be put in no box

I'm way too sly of a fox
I'll find a way out that box
I think outside of the box
Yo, you don't want a box

Cause you'll end up in a box
I'll steal your soul
And keep it like a souvenir in a box
If Alice in Chains met the man in the box

That's how I leave you chained in a box
I'll take your bitch and play with her box
Like a kid that forgets the toy
And thinks the gift is the box

I'll f*ck your bitch in my socks
I'll take a lock
And treat it like a red hot chili pepper's cock
And put that bitch in a sock

And sock you in the head with the sock
That I filled with the lock
Don't get left in red socks
Cause your bitch call me big papi

I said put a sock in
And I don't play for the socks
Especially in Boston
More likely white ones in the Chi though

Same color as OJ's bronco
After he cut that bitch head off
And ran from the 5-0
I'ma needle in the hay

Rap Rumplestiltskin
Sell a pair of stilts to a midget
Wanna know what my sales pitch is
If you can't reach shit

These'll make you taller little man
Then I just walk away with twenty dollars in my hand
Like holla
I sleep with your mama

Then leave with your daughter
Hakuna Matata
No worries no problems
I'll rip your heart out like Kano

Then eat it like Dahmer
These rappers fake and I know it
That's artificial intelligence
Like AI

I'll call this track calisthenics
Cause it's a warm up like practice
But I'll still smash em if I skipped it more times
And AI said practice

That time he skipped practice
Nothing sweet about these bars
They not candy but king size
And my assigned seat fit for a king

And that's obviously me right
When it come to this rap shit
Cause I do that shit in my sleep guy
I'm sicker than a Zika mosquito

I get a bitch to give me a little head
But the urge to commit murder with words
It's like one bitch at how bad I been itching to scratch it
Many wrote checks with they mouth

But they bounced when it came time to cash
And they ran out of luck
Like a ticket that didn't win when they scratched it
I have a threesome with identical twins

Tell em I know which one is which
Then get em mixed up
And forget which one is sucking my dick
I tell em both that they sister is hotter

To get a sister to fight her
But wouldn't know who to root for to win if they did
But I bet a stack
Whoever win gon look exactly like the bitch that I picked

If there was two of you against Ben
You could still never win
If you and him put your heads together
Like you can join twins

I'm taking out the trash
And these rappers are garbage
I'll be the garbage man today
I was the butcher yesterday

Chopped em up in pieces
Threw the parts in the garbage
And came back and got em all today
I'm lion hearted like Simba

Whatever the light touches is mine and beyond it
I'll cut a bitch off quicker than Zazu
If she doesn't quit talking
It's still easier to leave the pride behind

When you can't trust a Nala for Nada
But breaking hearts and telling lies
I seen so many friends die
I really miss my Pumbas and Timones

They all you got when Mufasa dies
It's hard to be all Hakuna Matata
When you don't have him
Cause that makes the Matatas seem like they got Hakuna end

Do your homework pal
What you know about how
I pull a sassy bitch
Then be homework bound

You don't have a shadow of a chance
To even shake your hand
She'd probably leave you standing with your hands out
Now they got they hands up

I'm the illest hands down
Now they got they hands out
Ricky Bobby they don't know what to do with they hands now
Find out about two that mind do right now

Roberto Duran
They turn the stone in a fight
Or the opposite
Be smooth as lotion on your bitches behind

I might throw a gang sign
Get in a gang fight
Have to cripple a crip
Make a blood bleed out in the street lights

Since first grade I had that grade A word play
The game I'm spitting could get the pennant
I never even slid in the first base
Was rarely single in the first place

But hit tons of home runs
Skipped every base and went straight to home plate
In case you slow
That means I stuck my dick in pink

Before I made my fingers stink
In other words I ain't make out
Dry hump or nothing
Skip fiddling with the clitoris

And went straight to fucking
Shit I had more perfect tens in my life
Than the Olympics
I dropped more dimes than Jason Williams

And I did that with a mediocre flow and broke
Now that I'm at my prime
Wait until they hear this shit
I could probably get rich selling raffle tickets

How many bitches be wanting this dick
Be in the bedroom doing Brazilian Jiu Jitsu
With big booty Brazilian bitches
Cause my mind is shining like Jack Nicholson

I'm fucking brilliant
So till then it's no fun and all business
When y'all had your Teddy Ruxpin
And was hooked on phonics

I was getting my nuts licked
And hooked on chronic
Y'all couldn't even read yet
I memorized every word of the chronic

If I get signed to Dr. Dre
That aftermath'll be ironic
I tell a bitch make yourself at home
Get comfortable

Let your hair down like Rapunzel do
Then slip something in a drink
That bitch fell asleep with Mr. Huxtable
I eat a rapper like they Uncrustables

And Lunchables
Save the Jell-O for Bill Cosby
They all just mortals in combat
With a God 

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