#HottestMC

[Verse 1]

Fuck any rapper rappin' if the nigga ain't dappin'

Show respect, I'm the greatest - old shit, I killed your latest

I don't give a fuck if you've got a billion dollars

Your rhymes are cheap, you release a poor product

You a servant in my world, the rap gods curse you

When judgement day's upon you, reality's a virtue

I walked a thousand miles recitin' a hundred rhymes

Brought smiles to faces, braced, labels owe me from lines

I don't give a fuck, a dirty Detroit nigga

Ain't-got-the-bud-but-show-up-with-a-ol-Swisher-ass nigga

Say "bitch, I'm still hungry", they actin' like I made it

I ain't make it 'til my mama fuckin' sittin' on some acres

I'm a motherfuckin' threat in the booth, these niggas know

Poet of the century, decades later they quote it

Deserve a Nobel Peace Prize for what I recite

Incite a riot with the speech, I'm Detroit Red on ecstasy

Sores on my scalp cause my last perm burnt me

Hair straight, jumpin' head first in an orgy

With a pool of blonde hoes, sniffin' on that white shit

So much caucasian pussy, startin' to think that I'm mixed

But I be writing that shit, have you rappers pissed

Like, "How'd he think of this? I wish I'd thought of that shit"

Rhymes so real thought I wrote it in Janis Joplin's vomit

With the mic GG Allin wiped his ass with

[Verse 2]

I carry the cross for all my niggas lost but findin the rhyme

Days of no sunshine like a maze in my mind

No enter or exit, Adderall anorexic

Pill-poppin' dyslexic, naughty nature Treach shit

I think about my next line like you think of the next dime

I'm the future and the present, same damn time

An OG told me "only nice as your last bar"

So with that said, suck my dick all y'all

The Motor City where motor mouths get impounded

I'm overseas, Australia, lookin' for the blondest

Ksubi jeans, and Ann Demeulermeester

And she like my shoes so I put it in her kiester

It's the hybrid like I wrote it in papyrus

Keep the shit on me, nigga, hood rat baby diaper

They heatin' up Caprice like a DC sniper

Raised off of hot dogs, down the middle slice em'

I’m hotter than Andre Rison with Left Eye

Rest in peace, baby, but no TLC in my life

And when I reach my fate, and I'm standin' at the gates

Know that God'll be proud, sayin' "Daniel, you was great"

But you other niggas? 'Pac said he want an explanation

Big turned in his grave, an earthquake in Grenada

When Pun shed a tear it hurricane for a week

When Big L get upset and start tornadoin' trees