It’s what I was born to do, rip into the competition
With every composition
Above your heads, you cunts can’t top what I’ve been spittin’
A Q-tip jammed in deep, ears bleed when you try and listen
I’m hotter than the grease your broke ass fries the fish in
Hide in the kitchen, deny the heat, you’re becomin’ my next victim
Try to diss him, my personality faults are the line that’s splittin’
Underground, I’m the oil well to drill in or the mine you’re diggin’
Priceless gems in ‘em, diamonds rhymin’, canary, peridot, the ocean’s my pot to piss in
Work with the lot you’re given, fuck that, raise the bar, fuck pop decisions
I’ma do me like a lonely night, pants down, cop the Jergens
Crunch time on the mic, squeeze them pennies, stop the splurgin’
Too sick for this shit, slammed up against the hospital wall, drop the surgeon
No need for a general warning, fuck specifics, be god damned if I’m learnin’
Any lesson from the mistakes I make (They’re too fun, bitch, I’m never returnin’)

So I’ma pick the world up and I’ma drop it on your fuckin head!
Bitch, I’ma pick the world up and I’ma drop it on your fuckin head!
Yeah!
And I could die now, 2010, motherfuckers!
I’ma hold it down for me till the end, motherfuckers!
I’m gone
Motherfuckers, I’m gone

Uh

I saunter to the fuckin’ mic and it’s like I’m drawin’ a blank
I’m not an artist, just an assassin, I run, you walk the plank
When you reach the end you turn back, I jump with no hesitation
Sicka dealin’ with this produce section, should be used to the vegetation
Pussies can’t ever work up the nerve, they always step with trepidation
I’m random, you ride the rails, ‘bout time that you exit the station
Sight of blood when your heads cracked, your eyes roll back and they get to glazin’
I’m so sick I’m escapin’ from the ICU with the IV tube still in me flailin’

So I’ma pick the world up and I’ma drop it on your fuckin head!
Haha, yeah!
Bitch, I’ma pick the world up and I’ma drop it on your fuckin head!
And I could die now, 2010, motherfuckers!
I’ma hold it down for me till the end, motherfuckers!
I’m gone
Motherfuckers, I’m gone

The shit I’m sayin’ you better believe it, whack MC’s, your duties’ relieved, bitch
Fuck the chips you stack, you ain’t duty free, it’s just an act, you ain’t foolin’ me with
I’m the kind of ghoul you’re doomed to meet with, cut through the school and two, three teachers
Pile ‘em up, firewood out beneath the bleachers, motion sensitive without Wii features
Too much strain, art thou beseeches, mountaintop or deep sea, can’t reach, it’s
Just out of range, I’d doubt the pain if it didn’t keep fallin’ like I’m out in rain
Without an umbrella, limpin’ along, it’s been so long, what’s the difference between gout and sprain
Between shout and sang, I’ll rise the tide and crush the Snuggle bear, bash out his brains
The fabric ain’t soft, I’m steppin’ off insane, 10,000 feet, one out the plane
No parachute, it’s a battle zone, bitch, don’t be scared to shoot, I’m tearin’ through
You and your crew, fuck all of you, on-stage, put your hand down bitch, noone called on you
And even if I did, you can’t answer the question, your only response is with a Smith & Wesson
Your simplistic mentality is the next blessin’, sit back down, I’ll address the lesson
Class in session, fish in a barrel, aim in and shoot, my rap fillets any bass you’re catchin’
Kick your ass like a match of Tekken, 16-bit, I’ll take the hit, smack your hand and catch the weapon
Snatch the lectern, crush the pulpit, been savin’ that juice for a track, ‘bout time that you gulped it
Better chug it, leave you belly-up like a goldfish bowl, I’m in my mode, and I can’t help it
Cock back, reload, trigger squeeze, explode, spiralin’ out of control from the barrel to your skull, bitch
I’ll accept the charges, hell motherfuckin’ yeah, I’m the culprit

So I’ma pick the world up and I’ma drop it on your fuckin head!
Bitch, I’ma pick the world up and I’ma drop it on your fuckin head!
Yeah!
And I could die now, 2010, motherfuckers!
I’ma hold it down for me till the end, motherfuckers!
I’m gone
Motherfuckers, I’m gone