See me? You can't see me, let alone talk violent to me//
That's like a blind man tryin' to see a silent movie//
Destroying microphones, it's like my rhymes be runnin' for laps//
I gotta buy a new mic everytime I'm done with a track//
Stunnin' the wack, my stats so high it's like I'm blunted on rap//
But my lungs is intact and spit heat just like the guns that you lack//
Trusted on wax, cuz I mean every fuckin' word that I say//
Yall ghostwriters aint sick you just be lurkin' in graves//
I'm perverted, insane, and could get fuckin' murdered today//
You just haven't heard of my name because I'm jerkin' ya chain//
Do you really want beef since you started to talk?//
If there's a fly without wings would we call it a walk?//
Yall tend to exhibit that you don't spit it this exquisite//
This is the best business, and I'm ya new C-E-O//
You couldn't rhyme circles around me if you was Cheerios//
When you hear me flow, you gonna think that you was dreamin'//
Cuz I make ya skin pail like you was drinkin' too much semin//