THE ONLY REASON YALL AIN'T FEELIN MY SHIT IS CAUSE I'M UNTOUCHABLE
PEELIN OFF WITH A WHEELIE FEELIN FUCKIN INDESTRUCTIBLE
HUNGRY LIKE I AIN'T EVER FELT MY STOMACH FULL, RUNNIN COOL
ON A BIKE COVERED IN FLAMES LIKE I DOUSED THAT SHIT WITH SOME HUNDRED PROOF
I'M DOIN ROUGHLY 300, SO YOU MIGHT WANNA MOVE
STONE COLD STUNNERS FOR ANYBODY WHO WANNA LOSE
SO STAY THE FUCK OUT THE WAY IF YOU SEE ME COMIN THROUGH
I'M THE GODDAMN CHAMPION I ONLY REPEAT THAT 'CAUSE IT'S THE FUCKIN TRUTH

I'M TRAMPLIN WACK RAPPER'S SANDCASTLES
'CAUSE THE WHOLE BATCH IS RUINED BY A COUPLE OF BAD APPLES
AND I AIN'T HAVIN IT, I KEEP MY SHIT IMMACULATE
ALWAYS CLEANED MY PLATE AND HARDLY EVER NEEDED A NAPKIN
I'M HARDLY EVER MISSIN A LANDIN
I'M SIT BACK AND RELAXIN
WITH A FIFTH OF SOME CAPTAIN
I SIP A BIT AND I'M RAPPIN
ABOUT SOME SHIT THAT JUST HAPPENED
THE NIGHT PREVIOUS WHEN
THE CD SKIPPED & MISSED IT
RAPPERS SENDING ME NO GIFTS FOR CHRISTMAS
HIP HOP IS MY MISTRESS AND IF RAP IS A GAME THEN I THINK I GLITCHED IT
ONLINE FORUMS ARE THROWIN BITCHFITS, "JOEY Z IS A BIG DICK!!"
DAMN RIGHT, DON'T GET IT TWISTED, I'M WICKED
MASKED SUPER VILLAIN, SOUND OF DOOM WHEN THE KICKS HIT
SICK SHIT, GET YOURSELF A PRESCRIPTION
TAKE IT ALL DAY EVERY DAY UNTIL YOU'RE SICK OF IT
THE OVERDOSE COULD MAKE YOU COMATOSE IF YOU GIVE IN TO IT

WHAT WAS THAT NOISE?
TREAT RAPPERS LIKE BAD TOYS
STRAP EM TO BOTTLEROCKETS WITH FIRECRACKERS AND HANDS JOINED BY DUCT TAPE
LIGHT EM UP AND SEND EM HIGHER THAN 40 PUFFS FROM A J
THEN I MAKE IT RAIN ARMS AND LEGS
GRAB AN UMBRELLA, GET DOWN TO THE CELLAR
GATHER THE FAMILY ROUND AND JUST WAIT UNTIL DADDY TELLS YA THAT IT'S SAFE TO GO BACK OUTSIDE
THE STORM'S SUBSIDED AND JOEY Z IS NOW THE ONLY RAPPER WHO'S LEFT AND STANDING ALIVE

I DUNNO HOW TO LOSE, I FORGOT YEARS AGO
I RAP INTO A MEGAPHONE TO MAKE SURE YALL CAN HEAR THE FLOWS
HERE IT GOES, IT'S ONE OF RAPPERS' GREATEST FEARS EXPOSED
JOEY Z'S GOT HE MIC AND THEY SHOOK AT THE SOUND WHEN I CLEAR MY THROAT
I'M THE BEST, THAT'S A FACT, LIKE THE EARTH'S SPHERICAL
I SPENT A BUNCH OF MY LIFE GETTING TOLD ABOUT GOD AND THE SPIRIT, GHOST, OR WHATEVER
NEVER PAID ATTENTION TO DETAILS
DERAIL YOU OFF YOUR OWN TRACK, YOU'RE ON YOUR SIDE AND LOOKIN LIKE A BEACHED WHALE

EVERY VERSE A GUITAR SOLO EQUIVALENT
I SHRED ON THE MIC AND IT'S LIVE LIKE IT'S HENDRIX AT THE WINTERLAND, GET WITH IT
I'M STARING PAST A STACK OF RAP SIMPLETONS
THEY COULD NEVER TOUCH THE STYLE, SO WHY THE FUCK WOULD I GET WITH THEM?
GOOD QUESTION, GOOD AT RAP LIKE I TOOK LESSONS
NO WEAPONS, STILL WALKED IN THE ROOM AND SHOOK LEGENDS
I'VE DONE A LOT OF SHIT I PROBABLY SHOULDN'T MENTION
AND IF YOU WANNA BEEF YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO BOOK A SESSION
NEVER GUESSIN, DON'T BELIEVE HIM? THEN TEST HIM
AND WHEN I DIE THEN YALL BETTER ATTEND MY RESURRECTION
OPEN UP MY COFFIN I'M COUGHIN I CATCH MY BREATH AND THEN
I'M UP AND OUT THE GRAVE AND BACK IN THE PLACE TO RAISE HELL AGAIN
WOO, IT'S THAT SMELL AGAIN
CRAWLIN THROUGH YOUR MELANIN
GOT YOU SHOOK TO YOUR SKELETON, GENTLEMAN WITH THE HELLISH WIT
NAME A RAPPER, I'M DEADIN HIM
MEASURE UP? THAT'S IRRELEVANT
THIS PENMANSHIP'S IMPECCABLE SO YOU COULD NEVER STEP TO IT, AND THAT'S IT