MVP - I lead the league in murder
The way I flow, my foes need neoprene preservers
Tryin′ to stay afloat 'round the GOATI had to write up some meanly-worded verses
′Cause Queens needs a resurgence
Queens needed a surgeon - cut right to the heart of the matter
You dropped your album, but it hardly will matter
For the rest that ever fronted - I just disregard the chatter
I'm the best that ever done it - Jeff Hardy on a ladder
Back with another dose, batter you with fuckin' quotes
Your town′s full of clowns - Gathering of the Juggalos
Hard raps juxtaposed to my disposition
Beat your fuckin′ wig in, then kneel and hug your kitten
Name a sicker dude that you know NOT on a ventilator
I'm Darth Vader with the respirator
I know that Death is waitin′ round every corner - that's why steps evade him
Still living close to the edge is second nature
You′re the second fake to try and get his weight up
By testin' his fate against an ape full of aggressive hatred
From they heard - they′re expectin' Satan
But to my congregation I'm viewed as a respected Savior
Mango-Habanero with the extra flavor
When I spit Straight From The Sewer, no one is left to save ya
I′ll leave ya chest gapin′ - like Riley Reid after that BBC
Hit a DDT and then I flee the scene
Yo, Beast-mode on for sixteen or so
Who you know got a meaner flow?
You defeatin' So? Ha Ha
You′re gonna need the Konami cheatin' code
For extra lives, plus it′s wise to stay on Easy Mode
Steady are you ready - to each his own
Borough of Queens is where I last saw the Queens commode
Burrow my meat, deep in the beat - let the speakers blow
Borrow the beat, then beat it - that's an Alsina loan
I am not a "feature", I′m a creature unleashed
Like Harley Quinn's hyenas - eat you up to the beat
Screamin' ′Fuck the Police′ - call this my semen flow
Cook 'em up for the feast, like pork chicharonnes
I do this for the love AND the piece of gold
Need to own a piece of land, plus the leisure home
Need a peace of mind in these uneasy times
Tootsie slidin′ in my evening robe
My ancestors fought to hard for their freedom for you to ever see me being broke
Pray to God that I don' ever have to sell grams of weed or keys of dope
I ain′t Frank Lucas or Franklin Saint - just want to produce these decent poems
If the streets call, I'm sayin′ "Peace Ya'll" but I blame ya'll for keepin′ my streaming low
If I die - here′s what you need to know
Black People unite despite gender, faith, creed or code
Buy yourself some life insurance and a piece of chrome
Then I bet they'll leave my peeps alone... SO!
