I’m so leaned, my verses in italic
I always come hard, my flow be phallic
Rhymes so clever, yeah I’m a smart aleck
My gat like movable type, hella metallic
I don’t beat around the bush
I don’t speak oblique
Your future looking bleak
I know your girl a freak
We doing positions like a ligature
Kama Sutra, she read that literature
This song ain’t over, this just the overture

Hop up in the Cadillac, I’m riding slab serif
I run this town, everybody call me the sheriff
A nick gets sold in the park, I gets paid a tariff
My flow got the manual kerning
Son, you best get to learning
If you yearning for what I’m earning
My enemies, I leave ‘em burning
With jealousy. F*ck with me
I put bullet holes in your organs
Leave your wife a widow and your kid an orphan
Wack emcees, I don’t listen to y’all raps
Come at me with your crew, I’m peeling all caps
At every concert I get mobbed by fans
I’m Times New Roman, you Comic Sans