[Chorus]
Whoa whoa whoa
What do you take us for? (2x)
[Verse 1]
I'm a phenomenon
And I gotta bring pain in The Octagon
When I wanna spit game at a soccer mom
I get it quicker than the left lane in the Autobahn (fast!)
Like Ramadan and I battle young padawans all the d*** day
I'm getting naked and I'm hopping on a wrecking ball
So hot I got the m*********** a la flambé
I go to Miley's house, I see that Miley's home
I play Miley's ribcage with my d***, like it's a Xylie-phone
Yes, that was highly f***** up, but my skills are highly honed
And if I was highly hyphy, I might be more widely-known
C'est la vie, better pay my fee
They kick it in Seattle in a Patagonia jacket
They get it in the Bay in a plain white tee
Hey mami! You a P.Y.T (P.Y.T)
You wanna see me speak, then I go, go, go, go, go
Every time I get a beat, I know I gotta beat it up
I bend it, then I break it, then I chop it, and eat it up
And PETA would never approve of the way I've been treating the music
I bleed it, I bruise it, I kick it to the curb
And then I'm sipping on my bourbon
I be freaking it doing it, keeping it moving
I'm picking apart the muscle when I'm thinking about the hustle
But I'm nice (nice!)
[Chorus]
I jump the freeway median, I'm savage
Cause my mode is that I'm meaner than the average
Like my teacher taught me, when I heard the crowd applaud
I thought I was an atheist until I realized I'm a God!
It could hurt a bit when I murder s***
In a moment I'll be tying off a tourniquet
When I burn them and I hit them in the sternum
I don't even got to enter, but I'm gonna win the tournament
That's what I'm all about
I do what I got to do and never gonna pout
And I hope that it would have been the end of it and I'm out
But they never tend to give me the benefit of the doubt
Ever since I was a little kid
I know that I've been looking for the hot, hot spotlight
And if you really wonder what I think about the competition
They were not-not-not tight
I've been reading my scripture
Every photo bomber wanna be in my picture
And you better bet I'm living every single day
Like it's the m************ Catalina Wine Mixer
Bada bing, bada boom!
When I walk in, I'm the king of the room
And I get it locked in, like the king in a tomb
When I spit a toxin and they cough on the fumes
Cause I'm back in the nick of time
And I'm attacking the fickle mind
I'm a jackal, I'll rip his hide
I'ma tackle him, pick a fight
I be Dracula set to b***
In the black of the bitter night and I'm out! (poof)
[Chorus]
Whoa whoa whoa
What do you take us for? (2x)
[Verse 1]
I'm a phenomenon
And I gotta bring pain in The Octagon
When I wanna spit game at a soccer mom
I get it quicker than the left lane in the Autobahn (fast!)
Like Ramadan and I battle young padawans all the d*** day
I'm getting naked and I'm hopping on a wrecking ball
So hot I got the m*********** a la flambé
I go to Miley's house, I see that Miley's home
I play Miley's ribcage with my d***, like it's a Xylie-phone
Yes, that was highly f***** up, but my skills are highly honed
And if I was highly hyphy, I might be more widely-known
C'est la vie, better pay my fee
They kick it in Seattle in a Patagonia jacket
They get it in the Bay in a plain white tee
Hey mami! You a P.Y.T (P.Y.T)
You wanna see me speak, then I go, go, go, go, go
Every time I get a beat, I know I gotta beat it up
I bend it, then I break it, then I chop it, and eat it up
And PETA would never approve of the way I've been treating the music
I bleed it, I bruise it, I kick it to the curb
And then I'm sipping on my bourbon
I be freaking it doing it, keeping it moving
I'm picking apart the muscle when I'm thinking about the hustle
But I'm nice (nice!)
[Chorus]
I jump the freeway median, I'm savage
Cause my mode is that I'm meaner than the average
Like my teacher taught me, when I heard the crowd applaud
I thought I was an atheist until I realized I'm a God!
It could hurt a bit when I murder s***
In a moment I'll be tying off a tourniquet
When I burn them and I hit them in the sternum
I don't even got to enter, but I'm gonna win the tournament
That's what I'm all about
I do what I got to do and never gonna pout
And I hope that it would have been the end of it and I'm out
But they never tend to give me the benefit of the doubt
Ever since I was a little kid
I know that I've been looking for the hot, hot spotlight
And if you really wonder what I think about the competition
They were not-not-not tight
I've been reading my scripture
Every photo bomber wanna be in my picture
And you better bet I'm living every single day
Like it's the m************ Catalina Wine Mixer
Bada bing, bada boom!
When I walk in, I'm the king of the room
And I get it locked in, like the king in a tomb
When I spit a toxin and they cough on the fumes
Cause I'm back in the nick of time
And I'm attacking the fickle mind
I'm a jackal, I'll rip his hide
I'ma tackle him, pick a fight
I be Dracula set to b***
In the black of the bitter night and I'm out! (poof)
[Chorus]