[Intro]
"Here he is, the villain that we warned you about"
"I’m the one" , "I’m the one" , "I’m the one"
"I’m the one" , "I’m the one" , "I’m the one"
"I’m the one" , "I’m the one" , "I’m the one"
"I'm the one man army"
[Verse 1]
Ayo, I'm countin’ all this money, I’m stackin’ up the hundreds
I'm brushing off my shoulders 'cause the cash is in abundance
I'm badder than you buzzards who battle but you buggin'
I'll splatter you for frontin', leave you shackled in my dungeon
I'm Shaq when I be dunkin', leave you shattered like a pumpkin
On a porch on Halloween when all the teens are halfway drunk and
I'm laughing while I'm fuckin' and my shaft is steady pumpin'
In your bitch while you be watching like a chaperone or something
In acetone I'm dunkin' the axe I used to bludgeon
You rappers who be bluffin', puffin' crack rock or something
I'll snatch the fuckin' Sun right out the atmosphere and summon
Several savage winged horses with the force of cattle runnin'
I'm stampeding your function, I'm kidnappin' the mic
In the pitch black of night to kick raps I like
Got chips stacked to heights of cliffs campers hike
The clique’s cancer-like, quickly cancel your life
I'm kinda cannibal like the rhyming animal type
I'm toxic when I’m rockin’ so close the canister tight
I kill so stand still like a mannequin might
I'm manic and might panic so pan the camera right
To a crowd of fans ignited the night ambulance lights
Give disbelievers a seizure, then they vanish from sight
Flip words like Vanna White in a white van to invite
Like I got a missing puppy and lots of candy for tykes
I'm the one!
[Chorus: cuts]
"I’m the one", "I’m the one", "I’m the one"
"I’m the one", "I’m the one", "I’m the one"
"I’m the one", "I’m the one", "I’m the one"
"I'm the one man army"
[Verse 2]
It’s a fact that Ap is iller, the prophylactic filler
Put it on your girl's face like a Snapchat filter
Got fat stacks of skrilla from ASCAP, I'm realer
You're a loser producer that stay swagger jackin' Dilla
No extract of vanilla, I'm exact with the skill of a
Expat from Manila turned to contract killer
Drill a hole through your skull and end your trifle existence
Keep gold on my body like the life of Egyptians
Known to murder anybody for the slightest resistance
And they call me the King 'cause I write with consistence
Y'all are handicapped rappers needing cypher assistance
Got snipers at a distance with rifles and munitions
I'm nicer with the writtens than psychics with predictions
Biters get addictions, want the price of my prescriptions
I always stay driven, even in icy conditions
Turn wifeys to chickens, have her siphoning my liquids
The Mighty Whitey wicked Nike kicks in every color
Emcee crusher, M.C. Escher hands sketching each other
The way I scribbled in the pad when I was living with my dad
When I first went out of state but I was liftin' up the flag
From Connecticut, CT King, never forget it
When I say I speak curses it’s nothing you can edit
I’m Imhotep with Black Magick on the tongue
Automatics in the mattress, I’m as bad as they come
I'm the one!
[Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
"I’m the one", "I’m the one", "I’m the one"
"I’m the one", "I’m the one", "I’m the one"
"I’m the one"
"I'm the one man army"
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