(Doo-doo!) Everybody dies when I nuke you
Screws loose, losin' my mind I'm goin' cuckoo
Who knew, I would be the rap Babe Ruth
Jesus in suede shoes, I hit 'em and straight shoot
The skeletons walk through the elements
Wordsmith, the letterman, way too competitive
Rap with, the best of 'em, the veterans
And I've just entered the seventh level
I held the devil, mama, made it out the ghetto
So high, f**k it and I be the illest when I feel of a villain
Killin' anybody on will, I'm villainous still a gorilla
My pillage a village, is in buildins' pavilions
King Kong, I'm prolly makin' a song for Kim Jon
So ching-chong, kiddies sing-along
As I'm rippin' about the quickest
Yeah, when I'm pickin' apart the rap
And I put the pen the pad
And Peter Piper pickin' a pickled pepper
I figure that I'm doin' this
Straight, just shittin' tracks at mumble rap
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Brrt!)