(CHORUS) It's that bottom shelf another bottle's just a cry for help so bottoms up they into my bars like its on the house another round knock em back, now only time will tell bet my bottom dollar with the cards that I've been dealt lost myself another bottle's just a cry for help so bottoms up they into my bars like its on the house crazy as Hell with this rap, I'm splitting your head like raising the helve of the axe I'm swinging instead I'm making it sell, get it back but it will depend so market yourself, get some ads and distribution y'all playing yourselves like the cast of This Is The End no breaking the spell that I cast while gripping the pen you taking an L, this my craft, just listen to Ken I break out my shell, get ya capped when triggering him a live wire, the bomb, he a flashbang missing a pin a Rottweiler, a Boxer, Bullmastiff mixed with a Pit you a rat in the race, get back in your lane I snap and a savage go ape, you'll be catching a case, no baggage claim move like Cassius Clay, Uto-Aztecan vases fragmentate hang with classier dames who go flashing them blades and frag grenades slanging bags that are laced, doing acid embraced, a basket case taking tabs I can taste, supernatural shapes and patterns change (CHORUS) Flip the script like I'm selling screenplays, you acting on stage where traps are all placed, I'm a dragon enraged when passing you flames get a piece of your ass to replace, skin grafting your face punchlines like a jab and a hay-maker collabing on tape Captain Caveman fasten the cape and you catching a fade get dragged to my cave, then ya shackled and caged with the bats and the snakes sinking my teeth in with bad blood, that's Dracula's veins squeezing arms and no blood pressure gauges, packing M80's funnel my profit underground like it's crack in the 80's flow on a track, no debating choke on your gas, in my chamber got rapping down to a science, grown in a lab in the basement restraining audio files in ropes and those straps, I'm a sadist the strangest audiophile with sociopathic behavior you janky copping my style, no smoke, or you catching the vapors so well-adapted to hate, more potent than wax on the paper ride or you're two-tired to peddle so then you dab on the pavement (CHORUS) I'm drinking again and I'm getting all faded I'm feeling the pressure and never gon' make it too real on a record, ain't making you famous they taking your cheddar and shaking your cage like a rat to the "feta" Tekashi, they paid him I'm back in the basement to rack em and break it so face it.. you're picking ya poison no chasing.. you spit it with poise and I been at the bottom but handle my liquor, that Jameson, Jack and that Mark and that Booker's ya need to get friends and your family with ya ain't making no jack on the market and booking jus "Saiyan" I got the conceit of Vegeeta so gimme a reason to defeat my demons they feed on me, fiending for energy leaving the best of me deep in depression but living the meaning of freedom and seen him fending for everything breathing been nothing but heat when I speaka my 'peace' I be deep in the cut with the beef and I'm eating it up on the beat it hurts and the pain of the music will bind us, some breaking to pieces throw dirt on my name and abusing my kindness, they take it for weakness been circling prey and I'm moving to silent to wake em, who sleeping that's affirmative, aiming at futile connivers who claiming they region (x2) got my bottle from that bottom shelf but I feel like a zombie in a hollow shell so blind the time they follow, it ain't hard to tell that's why I get around like ain't nobody else (x3)

Going to make me snap like poetry slams, your lines all lack a reaction don't make me laugh, I'm smoking your fam with nitrous gas in a mask got to make some cash, I'm throwing these hands and fighting back with a passion can't escape my wrath, I'm showing your fans you biting raps like you're Task One another 16 bit like uncompressed music or Sega Smash Packs you tripping, no acid on sheets with hallucinogenic flashbacks so listen, they jacking my steez but I'm moving the pen ink past that so vicious, I battle emcees til they losing theirs heads and snapbacks always strings attached, I Slash and shred with axes jamming on a Fender like Hendrix in heavy traffic keeping the "stash" concealed, Tom Selleck in a ski mask do it for mass appeal, going to belt it through a speed trap catch me if you can, I'm back and in the flesh keep this joint smoking in rotation like you passed it to the left leave your ashes there to rest itching to drop, like a crack fiend missing their rock then scratching on their head (CHORUS) give them what you got and see through the things that they do the people I knew watch how I move don't sleep or hit snooze throwing stones in the water, makes their flows seem deep they throwing mud in the water, drifting up shit creek to think they poison the water in the tap you drink and then they force you to swallow as the past repeats (2ND VERSE) It's the King of banging heads so won't you crown an emcee you'll never get the same acceptance, I shoot rounds in a beast to remember it, I made a necklace or two out of their teeth I'll put a price on your head and off your new album release that's a hit, been making records since 2003 jump me like I'm in debt and I can't be taking out "a loan" scoring high like good credit but get my paper on the low knock your block off like a broken piston, flow magician Waka Flocka with the coke addiction, loading clips the coalition focus in, no smoke and mirrors, long barrel with a scope split your wig like Homer Simpson, cross hair's on your dome Jon Snow in Northen Winters, true heir to the throne they die on my Watch, the riot starter with knives sharpened a rhyming arson, every line's alarming the fire marshal the entire squad goons, turn your computer to a time bomb and dummies walk-through with troubleshooting like a blind marksman (CHORUS) give them what you got and see through the things that they do the people I knew watch how I move don't sleep or hit snooze throwing stones in the water, makes their flows seem deep they throwing mud in the water, drifting up shit creek to think they poison the water in the tap you drink and then they force you to swallow as the past repeats