(First Verse - Fick)

(Second Verse - Czar)

Rap is dead like mouse yea sorta, hard to find like couch and quarter
You're condo, I'm house like porter, I'm a sorta dope recorder
Force you to my court with orders, or like Trojan horse I slaughter
Flow like gold locked up Pandora, now you're lost you're no explorer
No Dora when I bring horror this is more than just a sorta hit
Bump it on your block and I assure they will contort & flip
Exporting this hit to your speakers you're importing it
Into your ears you're receiving & reporting it
Cory get arrested for distorting all your boring wit
I'm more than just a rapper, I will wrap you & dispose of it
Your mound will get shattered I'm a batter when composing hits
I win the triple crown I'll win by more than just a nose at this
Exposing all the crowd like they be takin' a shower
Sounds be coming out my dome like this is Kirby to Mauer
Exerting none of my power when I convert & devour
And I drop it with beauty like dumping flowers from towers