Retards I’m here to fill your hearts with fear/
I got bars for years like the stars of ‘Cheers’/
Is it hard to hear rhymes so intricate?/
Time so infinite? A mind so limitless?/
I don’t give a shit about your opinions/
Mine’s the only one that matters and I think that I’m brilliant/
So bring in your children ‘til I show 'em somethin’/
That Santa isn’t real and that no one loves them/
‘The Canterbury Tales’ weren’t as well worded/
I’ve learnt to spell perfect, I’m burnt in hells furnace/
My personal lyrics are keepin' me sane/
Deep in my brain insanity is leapin’ the gates/
I’m seepin’ with hate for J-Kwon and Kanye/
Shit lots of Hip-Hop I may bomb the genre/
Cuz it looks nothin’ like it’s supposed to son/
It’s dumb as fuck I’ll summon up the fuckin’ ghost of Pun/
The party started last night, it was up in Duke’s house/
But we had to kick you out, all you did was run your mouth/
See you don’t know what we’re about, we gon’ set the record straight/
You just bring the constant hate, you be jealous we’ll be great/