Unh! I'm Conan
You know what? I'm a take this time to say umm
I hate when rappers shout out rappers that they don't fucking know

[Verse 1]
I'm on my B-0 double S shit, bars on that Zest shit
Irish Spring clean when I opposite of left it
Rappers spitting fat, somebody better ref this
Khaled said I'm on one, I'm bout to we the best this
F-this, these niggas see me on a segway
Human Torch in the booth man, I don't even say "flame"
O-N cause I'm O-N, couldn't catch the bars, they was thrown in
And I gotta a green light, so I go in, with the game in the bag like 4-10s
Fuck!
Niggas hating I, I don't see'em
Bars like apple agreements mean y'all don't read'em
They told me go ham, I'm looking for receivers
Flow is throw-ed in my zone, I'm turning fans into believers
You can see'em, they know that boy Batters is a beast
Remember end of November when you hear me on the beat
I be terrorizing cities finding biddies I can eat
Now the neighbors know my name and a couple down the street (Uh)
Ha! I wish I could exaggerate
Shorty was fine like a ticket I had to validate
Putting on my city next to Vizzy gettin' busy
With my Philly nigga, Chiddy, now we really gettin' illy
Poppin' wheelies, homie we in the league
This is how winners do it, top down but minus the beat
Every line I spit equivalent to doing speed
Coke, weed, and ecstasy with only seconds in between
I'm mean
This is what would happen is Malcolm was into rapping
Huey was into fashion, Martin was getting tatted
Poseidon even sees this monster just gets to crackin'
As I'm spitting this written I'm hearing clickin' and clackin
Yell "action!" What happen? Homie this is a murder scene
The beat just might not make it, right now they prepping for surgery
Batters is suspect, witness say "he in a Mercury"
First he rock the beat to sleep now it's in the infirmary
WOO!!
That boy got lyrics
Bars all day, that boy got spirit
What's the point if y'all don't hear it
Catch the fuck up, y'all don't hear this
I'm spitting this writtens putting niggas up in a zone
If you feel what I'm giving, then it's quivering in ya bones
Niggas be feeling like they be really getting the throne
Like playing pitch with a mitch, get it? They gettin' overthrown
S-S-Somebody get this lines some Ritalin
How you competing speaking lyrics pointless like middlemen
Nobody doing this again
Bars come in numbers, punchlines show in colors
Don't get it bitch fill'em in

[Outro]
Color by numbers. Bitch!
Bars come in numbers, punchlines show in colors
Don't get it bitch fill'em in