Verse 1:

mood's in the dump, about as blue as they come
when I'm sober people still assume that I'm drunk
I've got evidence, time for me to prove that I'm nuts
might as well put your neck inside the noose that I hung
you've never heard of me? sounds like you're living in space
just kidding, I've never had any critical fame
for a couple of decades, every single minute awake
wrote whatever I could fit on a page
mom taught me always try and finish the plate
see me with a fork eating little bits of your brain
I've got ridiculous aim, unlimited range
twenty kilometers you'll still get a brick to the face
you're an amateur, started writing lyrics for days
well after 69 started snitching to jake
I'm twisted insane, cut you with the tip of a blade
you'll need Gorilla Glue to hold all your stitches in place

Chorus:

I am that dude, you shouldn't war with a guy
who's ability increases the more that he writes
speed of light fast with the force of a line
Earth to Andromeda's a four minute flight

Verse 2:

lately it feels like maybe I'm supposed to be drunk
now I drink to the point where I'm totally numb
listen I know that I'm nuts, sat back, started smoking a blunt
heard your albums and both of them sucked
and now I'm back throwing jabs yet again
with such force that your brain will pop out of the back of your head
savage as heck, muthafuck a pad and a pen
there's nothing you can write that'll counteract what I've said
any people who show up I greet with a throat punch
so hard that it makes their feet and their nose touch
I march to the beat of my own drum
arrived with the purpose to turn human meat into cold cuts
I analyze entire lines lyrically
studying GOATS, you'd rather idolize mini-me's
try and hide, or you can die inside visibly
I'm cyanide lowering your vital signs instantly

Chorus:

I am that dude, you shouldn't war with a guy
who's ability increases the more that he writes
speed of light fast with the force of a line
Earth to Andromeda's a four minute flight