Feel me or kill me, you better realize I’m the shit
Lovin’ every moment of this, I ain’t gonna quit
Go ahead, put up the octagon to try n’ stop me
Blow right past, sprint up the stairs like I’m runnin’ with Rocky
Feel me or kill me, you better realize that I’m ill
Givin’ everything to rap like it’s written in my will
Go ahead, toss up the red light at the intersection
Blow right through, like a cannon at the midsection

I take one glance at a rapper, just a cursory thought
Before I make the first impression and prepare for the war
The iron is wrought, the gate’s fuckin’ hinges are oiled
Take the machete to his limbs and leave his blood on the soil
Blood on the sand, this ain’t a game, losin’ controls
Like the batteries are dead but I replace ‘em with soul
Takin’ the teeth with the gold for my plaque record mold
That I never plan on gettin’, it just rhymed with the whole
Speakin’ of holes, I got the spade and I’m diggin’
Like a DJ in crates, this hip-hop shit that I’m livin’
One-way ticket to Hell, could burn eternal, I’m still spittin’
Stutterin’ and coverin’ the soundscape like a sonic spigot mistin’
Won’t put up with wack shit like some sort of bigot critic bitchin’
Boilin’ and stewin’, fuck the pots and pans, this shit isn’t the kitchen
It’s the lab, matter of fact, chemical components mixed on the track
And just one ingredient could change all that

Feel me or kill me, you better realize I’m the shit
Lovin’ every moment of this, I ain’t gonna quit
Go ahead, put up the octagon to try n’ stop me
Blow right past, sprint up the stairs like I’m runnin’ with Rocky
Feel me or kill me, you better realize that I’m ill
Givin’ everything to rap like it’s written in my will
Go ahead, toss up the red light at the intersection
Blow right through, like a cannon at the midsection

Never look back on the murder scene where the rappers are at
My alibi’s magical, none of the fake rabbits from hats
Exterminatin’ all foreign entities up in my habitat
Not literally, stupid, of course I don’t pack a gat
I’m white and suburban, I got the knives and the bats
And a hatchback coupe so you can fuckin’ lie in the back
I’ve had a couple bitches wonder why I’m ridin’ in that
Cuz I can’t afford better when all my funds go to rap
I’ll be honest with ya’ll, at inception if I’da known that
I woulda just picked up guitar and put the shit on my lap
But naivety won over and hobby simply lost its meaning
My friends thought it’s a phase but it’s my reason for breathing
My reason for being, the only shit that I know
Forgive me if I act professional when I’m spittin’ my flow
I’m rippin’ for those long nights and longer days I’ve spent
Tryna repent for all the sins I’d commit in a weekend

Feel me or kill me, you better realize I’m the shit
Lovin’ every moment of this, I ain’t gonna quit
Go ahead, put up the octagon to try n’ stop me
Blow right past, sprint up the stairs like I’m runnin’ with Rocky
Feel me or kill me, you better realize that I’m fuckin’ ill
Givin’ everything to rap like it’s written in my will
Go ahead, toss up the red light at the intersection
Blow right through, like a cannon at the midsection

I kill every track I touch like a poisonous Midas
Drink Smirnoff in a cup until I fuckin’ get hepatitis
I’ll write this and riot, pass the Molotov and let me light it
Leave your house ignited like Christmas lights when you drive by it
Hahaha