yall sound like your suckin' on sour grapes
jealous of my flow everytime a perfect take
and you fakes can go running in a field of rakes
cause i bbq emcees when i raise the stakes

Taste it, the taste of authentic, can’t fake it,
Wasted, is how you feel when I verbalize phrases
make your raps sound like you reading the yellow pages
I blow stages like Mario fire flower game
Changer, Dangerous spit catchy contagious
Shameless, outrageous how my flow just rages
Caged it, go unleash it spontaneous
Feel this fact will have to make me famous
For the ages, make immortalized front pages
In all places, posterized in your faces
Dunking while you’re just tying up your laces
I’m crazy as my sleeves are full of aces

yall sound like your suckin' on sour grapes
jealous of my flow everytime a perfect take
and you fakes can go running in a field of rakes
cause i bbq emcees when i raise the stakes

Know I’m loco for coco like team conan
No to leno he should’ve kept 11.30 open
Cause I work late nights that’s devotion
I get fired up when I hear commotion,
floatin’ like a butterfly stinging like a bee
ali with the swing so then I’m word fighting
better get the towel, you’re perspiring
look at me the world champ, teeth shining
so you’re now without your belt, pants falling
pull them back up, so buddy now you’re just stalling
So, Is it my name that the crowd is calling?
No twitter, but still somehow they’re still following

yall sound like your suckin' on sour grapes
jealous of my flow everytime a perfect take
and you fakes can go running in a field of rakes
cause i bbq emcees when i raise the stakes
yall sound like your suckin' on sour grapes
jealous of my flow everytime a perfect take
and you fakes can go running in a field of rakes
cause i bbq emcees when i raise the stakes

Cause with the mic, I average a triple double
So when I’m driving your way man you know it’s coming trouble
Easy to spot from far away, you do not need the hubble
Telescope because when I fire I’ll be bursting your
Bubble wrap rap is how boring your flow is like a puddle
I’ll leave you in a muddle mess like you be needing cuddles
The rubble remaining from the kerfuffle leave you puzzled
Cause I hustle rhymes, wearing a muzzle
Cause I might just bite off your head, like a slice of bread
Switch it to steaks, give me sauce and a napkin instead
Still hungry after bbq-ing emcees I tore to threads
They don’t fill me cause empty rhymes will not keep me fed

yall sound like your suckin' on sour grapes
jealous of my flow everytime a perfect take
and you fakes can go running in a field of rakes
cause i bbq emcees when i raise the stakes