Verse 1

God made me champ and I’m sorry I can’t lose

I paid my damn dues , did my best to dodge scandals

To the Polymath you can’t hold a candle

Your better off kicking rocks with open toe sandals

I got my polka face on cos life’s a gamble

It’s not where you from it’s where you at , no twitter handles

They plan coups then they fam’s you

130bpm that’s what they dance to

Racy beats no lyrics is what they shake they pants to

Shout out to Teck-zilla that’s my mans too

We in Berlin chilling with Ade Bantu

We plan to take this A-list performance on the road

Get with the program do not be told

Tap a shoulder tell a friend cop tickets for the show

Never a dull moment straight spit fire flow

Uh torturing haters and watch em die slow

Chorus

Booby trap the throne cos I’m bad to the bone

Bad to the bone

Sound bwoy killah sound bwoy killah

Decapitate your dome cos I’m bad to the bone

Bad to the bone

Sound bwoy killah sound bwoy killah

(2x)

Verse 2

Yeah I see you Tipsey off the egg nog

Mode guzzle straight liquor to take the edge off

I’m a nocturnal prick like a hedgehog

You no brainers bite more than bed bugs

Go ahead post crap on your dead blogs

I got the web plugged in one scoop spooned up

(Homies over ho’s) en’ yall ain’t gooned up

Yall do the homie like gangsterlicious in boondocks

(Do da homie) shark rappers get harpooned up

(Soundbwoy killah) I’m not the one to piss on

I ain’t plan to be in the rap game for this long

All I really wanted was to have a couple of hit songs

(True talk) make I gist on I drop bombs

Cats talking bull like they wanna lock horns

( I take a head shot) you end up with your top gone

This is blockbuster rap minus the popcorn