I'm not fuckin' around Unless I'm fuckin' a chubby, and then I'm fucking a round Quick enough to duff the kings head from under the crown Slide right beneath it before it even touches the ground With the internet you're not under the ground Many people anywhere could be loving your sounds With social media we know you're dumpin' those rounds You're not slangin' on the street, you're not buckin' them down But fuck the internet I'm trying to get bumped in my town Instead of coming profound I should be dumbing it down When I lay my fist to cement - I'm crushing and loud I'm not stretching these bars I'm pumping them out - should I stop it? I took the ill from the Cosby and pudding popped it I put a pill in my body of molly nobody chopped it I kill foes with ill flows I'm still dope Lines so pure the feds shut me down like Silkroad Yall are messin' - when you bust a bar I laugh I'm golf lessons - I'll cut your par in half It's not hard to rap so fuck your verse just stop okay? 'cause my lines are outstanding like customers on boxing day Need something off your chest? I'll get West to show his glock Or we can handle it with hands, put you in a shoulder lock The omaplat will crack you open like a soda pop I got more metal on my side than a photo op with Robocop Am I dope or not? Easy answer yes Take the pro you got I'll beat him at his best Jesus that was fresh, I cannot believe that that was said Only feature with emcees with the beats that pass as fresh This bastards blessed, this geek has piqued and passed his test Lately I haven't gave a fuck and even asked for sex You see I rap the best, I mean what happens next Is you agree I rap the best and I leave to cash the cheque Make it out to Skyler Durden The stoned loner with a cold shoulder growing old of it I treat problems like a pole vaulter and get over it Achieve awesome heights, and get in the stolen whip Then I leave Gotham like my life's a Christopher Nolan script I've been known to be a chauvinist been known to gloat a bit But hopefully you didn't notice it Oh you did? Then get over it, hold a bit I already said to get over it but I bet you'll still quote this shit You're only sorta high, absorb my lines like snorting white Plain to see like strains of weed, Sky's dope like Northern Lights Knife poke - no more life, die slow close your eyelids I've liked violence since Slim said "Hi kids!" Skyler Durden get the picture find the verdict If it's writtens mine are perfect, if you're sick then I'm allergic Step away, spit liquid pepper spray I'm the predator, you're the prey, you won't get to get away I'm the vet, you're the pet, and yes you're getting spayed Better yet, I am death, and yes you get a grave No heaven's gate you're meant to stay dead awake Put you in a bed of flames while your head is severed, wait I'll demonstrate I'll submit you with jiu-jistu While you're blacking out you ask yourself who hit you You shitzu's get fetchin' my slippers Before you get beat with harder beats than Invectrum delivers Sometimes I feel like I'm out of words No matter if I shout or curse not a sound is heard But I keep on talking like one is bound to work Often I'm too loud at first and crash into the ground and burn My heads been in the clouds but I'm really down to earth And I'd give you the skin off my back if I was without a shirt I'm making waves and I pound the dirt Until they found my worth - sure, being doubted hurt I hope you stumble on that junk you wrote and fuckin' choke Cut your throat and donate your intestines so I can use them as a jumping rope Double dutch with your bloody guts from your stomach bro You fucking suck what you wrote wasn't much it's such a joke Yeah, and this is no laughing matter I've been choke slamming rappers - so don't dap me after I've been dope dabbing shatter getting stoned to the dome While you're stoned with some stones 'til every bone has a fracture Get a cast, nobody's signin' it No matter how many markers you provide us with I won't put a line on it Skyler's sick like viruses combining with sinuses Watch! It's time you get Clocked in your nose, it's right where the hands'll land I'll knock you out cold - my white fist is like an avalanche When you try to keep your face covered like the taliban Elbows to your bowels you'll discover it's an anagram You're sleeping deeply on me like you took Clonazepam Your rap is sad enough it should come packaged with an Ativan You happy man? Need I even say more? I'm the reigning champ and I haven't even brainstormed .. once