[Verse 1: Ave Venture]
My bars wild, to catch em you gon’ need Ash Ketchum
Wit his hat backwards and Misty yelling “Ash catch ‘em”
Ash Wednesday cross on his head so that god bless em
Flava in ya ear, they telling you to add ketchup
I get a leg up then I Hulk Hogan leg drop
Rick Flair strut, then hit the figure 4 leg-lock
Fuck your drive, you don’t see me at the rest stop
I’m killing every beat and I put that on my dead pops
I’m on a mission to get it and ya gon’ get it took
I want the money, the power, a best-selling book
Want em to love me, to fear me, I’m tryna have em shook
I want em fiending for more, I’m tryna leave em hooked
I’m in the front lines during war time
Machine guns firing got blood, guts and bones flying
I’m spitting uncut coke nigga; raw lines
Ya niggas still doing senior prom punchlines

[Hook]
And this is who ya gon’ compare me to?
Nah man thiis can’t be true
The ones ya calling competition barely food
I guess ya got the word talent misconstrued
And this is who ya gon’ compare me to?
Nah man this can’t be true
The ones ya calling competition barely food
I guess ya got the word talent misconstrued

[Verse 2: Ave Venture]
MC's is dead, I’m getting head up at they burial
Tip the casket over play this song thru the stereo
I ain’t horsing around like the merry-go
And still talking more shit than Jerry Sloan
Unh hunh a real lyricist is back
Kunta Kinte, real nigga rap
And u would never see a real nigga slack
‘Til that cotton picking credit card is field nigga black
And when I’m eating tell my niggas pick a fork up
I pop bottles, let these bitches pick the cork up
I’m going ham ya lil niggas need ta pork up
I kill a beat watch a nigga make a horcrux
Oh there they go, and ya don’t feel a nigga pain
I say some shit that ya don’t get so ya just say my shit is lame
These niggas rhyming swag wit swag and ya tell me they spitting flame
Kill em all then throw my sword, now ask em if they entertained

[Hook]
And this is who ya gon’ compare me to?
Nah man thiis can’t be true
The ones ya calling competition barely food
I guess ya got the word talent misconstrued
And this is who ya gon’ compare me to?
Nah man this can’t be true
The ones ya calling competition barely food
I guess ya got the word talent misconstrued