Stay in my crib, no velocity
I got no time for your bitch curiosity
Hit up St. Jude if you're looking for charity
I'm watching you rappers like microbiology
Ain't nothing wrong with me
I'm just returning the energy
It's way too easy fucking with 'em mentally
Centipede-long like my weaponry
With the extension to cut off
The line of your legacy
Oh my God, get the fuck out of my way
I don't have time to listen to you
Always shitting on my name
And I don't give a fuck
Whether I can feel my face
'Cause I don't need any emotion
When I kill the human race