[Intro: JID]

Phew, look

[Verse 1: JID]

Please don't bring no scared business to me

I fear no man, no hand-holdin'

Banana clip a chimpanzee to rip at me

The tip ain't cheap, the dick ain't free

I ain't no bitch, a bitch ain't me, I beat up beats

I been upbeat, you been on me

You bet on me? Who better than me?

You better believe they never could be, I'm ready to eat

They better get it ready for me, I'm killin' the scene

They gotta get a medical team, the gun a machine

The tongue is a gun, it come with a beam

It come in a red, it come in a green

And somebody scared 'cause nobody seen it

Get him a bed and get him a king, and get a machete

Give it a swing, I'm thinkin' of deadly things

Sippin' the red drink (Uh), red rum, red rum (Look), 151, '87 (Uh)

Look alive lil' nigga, they been livin' a lie

I never believe the song that said they could fly

The last nigga I seen tried it, did it and died

Get a better disguise, you ain't figured it out

Niggas ain't tryna get victimized

I got a pit and a clip, finna sick the boy

Don't nobody wanna get sent to God

The stick hit through meat like a shish kebob (Ayy, c'mon, like bro)

Take it up with the boss, man, I'm good at my job

It's not a walk in a park 'cause I'm in a metropolis

I'm lost in a thought, but escapin' the darkness

Caught the broad day, like sun and parked it

Felt the force and found my flow, the faucet

Kept the course ahead, no matter the cost

I only eat what I kill, do away with the carcass

Monster dreadlockness, similar concepts

[Break]

(A dreadlockness monster, a monster, ah)

[Verse 2: JID]

I'm a crazy man, I had to get into the game again

I'm seein' the lights, I'm lookin' at the lay of the land

I'm in command like I'm Jayden Daniels, breakin' in

Can't evade a vandal, nigga, save the scandal

Service candle lit 'cause your man a bitch

I tried to understand but I'm lackin' the bandwith

A rock in a hard place, crack in a sandwich

The cards I was handed determined the gambit

It made me the man, but it turned me into Manson

Son of a madman Max, minimal chances

Shakin' the hand, white man take it to taxes

Suit and a tie, not fly, ride in a backseat of a taxi

I feel like Tyrese Maxey, I'm a zone Sixer, but I'm a hell of a athlete

Doin' the rap shit, take a look at the rap sheet

Nigga's a random, ratchet, here with a black queen

Angela Bassett, put a tab of acid on your tongue

I ain't never takin' a bump

But I can put it in a package, you give me a lump sum

Then put it in a bag in the back of a trunk

I heard thump, thump, thump, thump, bangin' the bass

I'm breakin' the bread, the breakfast, I'm bringin' the bacon

Slangin' the sausage, crackin' the egg over your face

I'm half-amazin', half man and half alien

Yeah, patience been paper thin, I plant a flag in every place I'm in

Pace has been immense, it's not a race, but I been chasin' it

Been unforsaken, only placin' faith in the hands that turned the staff into a snake

And then a snake into a staff again

The average couldn't start to establish the type of bag I'm in

The nappiest, East Atlanta—

Rappin' erratic, righteous and ratchet 'cause that's what's happenin'

Yellin' from the mountains so loud, it could start an avalanche

We in Babylon, by the way, you, brother, be babblin'

You out of chances, I can't overextend a olive branch

Fuck the bargainin', we bargin' it, let the car spin

Push a Porsche with the nine, one-one like I'm Micah Parsons

When attackin' a target, half a sack when they sent the blitz

It's a rapid departure, real rappers cease to exist

Like it's open season, soon as they seen him, it's, "Oh, shit"

Baow, baow, eight-one like Kobe in '06

Head bowed, pray for 'em while you load this 45th

23, y'ain't started, but hit Jordan with the Pippen assist

Another plot is just a twist in the script

If we beefin', let's get into some ol' biblical shit

Ain't no tweetin', see you, goodnight, and then proceed with a kiss

For the dead, watch for the threads, niggas can't bleed on my fit

Put to bed, now we even Steven, keep a Stephen A. Smith

And a Wess', fuck all that screamin' shit and beatin' your chest

Momma says mentality breathes into a seed of success

And I'm between it, but best believe, I ain't perceivin' no threats

With allegiance, alliance, leave me out of y'all shit, I'm a lion, I'm lyin', relax

You know the facts of the sleeping giant, align me with that

Nigga, Goliath's a bitch, hit with a rock and a sack

My nigga ride with a stick, flippin' a rock and—, oh, wait

Nothin' too hard to predict, know shit been hard where you at

But if I lost you, then I bring it back

[Verse 3: Eminem]

I beat up a beat like a drum machine did somethin' to me

You don't wanna go and bump into me, I jump into beef so comfortably

I'm not comfortable with no conflict, I've come for the bull

Gimme them horns, gimme that rose bush, gimme them thorns

I'm another breed, I'm a different animal

Y'all make me yawn, like a strand of wool (Ugh)

I'm intangible, but your hands are full

And your lil' underpants are pulled all the way down to your ankles

You're gettin' spanked and I'm your father, told you I'm a soldier

I just showed up in a wife-beater tank and I'ma demolish

I always said when I didn't have a dime to my name and lived in squalor

If I had three quarters, two dimes and a nickel, I wouldn't change for a dollar

But I signed 50 Cent and put him in my piggy bank

And I ain't gonna apolo-gize to you for what the fuck I do

My advice to you, get five bazookas

Some type of nuke, a knife, a Ruger, the size of two guns

'Cause I'm sprayin' the Rossi like I'm N.W.A. and the Posse

Just like Yella, Ren, Dre and them taught me

Man, look at all the mayhem I'm causing

That's prolly why I stay in the hot seat

With these magazines, I act out like Ye and his cousin

Little cocksucker, I'm sprayin' and bustin'

Your shit sucks dick, stop sayin' it doesn't

That's probably the reason there's nothin' you've bodied of recent

I feel like I just walked in and seen you naked, 'cause you not even decent

Get ripped like my school clothing

Like a sleeping cow, I'm bulldozing

A rap god since my socks were holey

Was on that block like a soccer goalie

Ma' could not control me, Glocks I'm toting

Lock and loading, rock and rolling, rock a Rollie

Guacamole, mostaccioli, like this flow, you're out of pocket, homie

Y'all could only hope to catch the flow, but if you know, you know

I told you hoes to slow your rolls before you go and throw your whole career up in the toilet bowl, enjoy the G.O.A.T. (G.O.A.T.)

This my house of horrors, like a brothel

I done put Ja Rule through it like a law school

Keep it a stack, like pancakes, I'm awful

So many plaques from Belgium, got a wall full

In fact, you would hate my walls, they're all full

They call me Marshall but I'm unlawful

Is it Groundhog's Day or déjà vu?

Won't stop, period, post-menopausal

Go so postal that most postman'll pause, I'll slaughter the rhyme

These flows gonna boggle the mind

Y'all get in line, you're talkin' to Einstein

Fuck walkin' the line, I'm joggin' it

I'm a cross between a dog and a juvenile-ish, motherfuckin' childish punk

And I be poppin' the most wildest junk

And I'm known as the prick that's not to fuck wit'

Call me erectile dysfunction, my ballistic missile is launchin'

I'm wildin' like Seven Mile and Runyon, bunch of violent gunmen

I do it like Puff do it, tell my hitter to hit him up, "Do it"

So like my middle fingers to a Tupac song, you know that I put 'em up to it

12-gauge at the age of twelve, caged-up self rage, I been raised in Hell

Like I'm Joe, Jam Master Jay and Daryl, brace yourself

It's about to be a fuckin' shootout like the OK Corral

Bounty on me like a paper towel

They want me to go on the straight and narrow

Like the same shape that they make an arrow

Never sell out for the fame and wealth

Dave Chappelle of the rap game, I'm never gonna play myself

Closest I ever came's 8 Mile, but the fuckin' pain I felt

When I lost Proof, couldn't explain how, that devil came down

Then in one fell, he swooped, look at how foul he's stooped

Had to throw in that towel, regroup, like Sean O'Malley, still that mouthy youth

This here the finale, try to rally troops, better round up and corral recruits

But no matter how many your tally to surround these two

You gon' fuck around and find out just what the fuck we about when you see how we shoot

And I ain't talkin' about how we hoop when you lay up in a motherfuckin' alley, oops

It's like a Xanadu for every Xan' I do, what I plan to do is take a pink and a blue

Hand a few to me, I'll brutally damage you, I could never stand to lose

I'm bananas, you motherfuckers can't do it sicker than I do

You couldn't get rid of this shit with Tamiflu

Cannibals, you little bitch, me and JID are just like beastiality, we fuckin' animals

I'm back and I'm body baggin' 'em, toe-taggin' 'em in the back of a Volkswagen

And draggin' them hoebags and I'm throat gaggin' 'em

'Til I get thrown back in the paddy wagon and back on the Prozac

And I know that, but I'm so bad with a notepad that it don't matter

The G.O.A.T.'s back, finna go at anyone who got the gonads or cojones, yeah