No Competition
[Verse 1]
Get it before it's gone, this is more than just a song
This is me telling you that I am king and you are just a pawn
Now tell me, is it wrong? To think there’s no competition
I see people pray for change, but to me they're just wishing Because it's over, way too late
Only you can change your fate, only you can contemplate
Whether you want to live or you want to die
All of your actions amount to one simple question "why"?
So just know that I am showing, no signs of fucking slowing
Watch out when I get going! Different flows I’ll be imposing
While my scrotum I be holding, in one hand I be smoking
In the other I be throwing
All my rhymes like punch lines I fight crime got no time
So fuck y'all I goes in, I let go like frozen
Raw dog, no Trojan, take over, like Romans
This flow here is golden
How can I keep going no more air fuck I'm choking?!...
Now watch ya boy get it (get it)
Blood sweat and tears whatever it takes, man I shed it (shed it) Check it (check it) you fakers shall not pass (pass)
Big like Nicki's ass (ass) expelled cause I have no class
Well fuck fam, why do you think I am the way that I am?
You could say it's cause of pain, but I say I just I woke up main
Keep these middle fingers up, cause I never gave a fuck!
[Verse 2]
Shoot me in the head, fill my whole body up with lead
Sever every main vein, but still I am not dead
So call me the walking dead cause I have no soul red head (haha) Uh! 1, 2, 1, 2 this is EZ, do you copy? Yes, this is E
Man who the fuck gon stop me?!?!
The gloves are coming off call this hockey
Its a bare knuckle brawl for all of y'all motherfuckin Barbie dolls Cause I don't get along with ch'all and I don’t care if none of y’all
Know how to ball, I'll do my own thing
In my own court, invent my own sport, it’ll be magic you could call it Hogwarts! (You're a Wizard Harry)
[Verse 3]
I'm stumbling I'm fumbling my stomach is a rumbling
Old black eyed peas man lets just all go dumb again
Ring a round the rosies pocket full of posies
Dicks are all a hoe sees mine so big so call it Moby’s!
Oh jeez! I think compliments go straight to my ego
But that shit helps when I'm emo, I'm like MJ
What the fuck do I need a team for?
Nothing kind of new, Jacko beat what I'm rhyming to
Buy my shit on iTunes, ain't playing around no more!
Ceiling or the floor, no matter which way I go
I desire more, I desire Mandy Moore, forty more whores
Fuck that's forty more chores, now they bones in the ground dinosaurs...
[Outro]
Yeah I'll go out with a bang!
And just like in verse one, I'll be holding on my thang!
You could call me ballsy, bitch, but it doesn't even matter
Climbing this ladder while my shit is simultaneously getting fatter Headed towards a disaster
My face isn't one you want to see plastered
You fucking ass turd, you got your shit bass akwards
I'm like a chef who cooks up cuss words
And don't forget I'm just a bitch kid from the suburbs!