It's Over (Freestyle)

[Verse One]

They say I'm the best in here

Picture your wife fuckin your twin, I'm like him

May the best man win, so later for you bums

A ways back I made a pact

To stay sharp enough to sharpen a razor on my tongue

I'm sick with this, you sick like a panty sniffer

And you just wanna see her pee, like a dick blister

Y'all remind me of Fantasia brother, y'all be wilding

On TV every day, I turn on y'all and y'all be cryin

I'm surgical with this motherfuckin pen

The sickest nigga spittin 'til the end

[Verse Two]

I don't really have to go against actors

I'm the last lyrical WTF-OMG factor

So back off 'fore I blow your kneecap off

I'ma eat this beat like a beet-eating vegan

Industry's where the beef is

In the car goin beep-beep while I roll over the drums

And just straight peel through the pieces

'Bout to build me a time machine and

Get in it and go back, I'm done

Find Frank Nitti and Al Capone like

"Can y'all autograph my gun?"

Haha, I ain't tryin that hard right now, I'm just havin fun

Tell the whole world I just had a son

First name Earth, last name None

You live on that and your cash ain't come

And you don't spit that shit, ass ain't gone

Raised by a gangsta, come in the house with your ass whipped

And you get an ass-whooping

What a nigga know about the water in the shower getting cold

'Cause the bathroom faucet is on

The reason why I grabbed you, stabbed you, out-rap you

When I ain't feeling like talking with chrome

Heat a nigga house with the oven, like I like thugging

What I probably just spit, on my mother

Had to heat up the house with the oven

Had to spend the night with my cousin

Yes, I be popping lots of shit, you can't do nothin 'bout it, bitch

So get the heads up or be my Rock'em-Sock'em opposite

I'm like a stock or bond, that could drop a bomb

Riding slow with the slidin door on the side

Open on that minivan, intended for no soccer mom

Lighters up high (High), I'm your fire supply

Writer with mad skills, I'm ill, so hire your guy

Nobody's harder, he don't give a fuck what he slaughters

He will drag your slutty daughter through the muddy waters

This beat is bait, get it out of me, I can shit it out me—it's ate

I think I owe Drake an apology

[Outro]

Tweet about that, you little fucking fruit