"#NevaLovedYall (94 Bars)"

Bang hard, rearrangin' ya face in the schism
You play God, straight disgracin' the faith of a Christian
I spray bars, ejected wit' the best aim an' precision
Cut the facade, this ain't a choice, I'm makin' you listen
These weak rappers, I grip 'em tight in my fist an' rip 'em
Dismember Hipsters an' pacifists, get a tub full of acid an' dip 'em
Rap wit' the fuckin' passion of Jesus of Nazareth
Resurrectin' the game like Lazarus
4,5,6; monkey see, monkey do
Wit' a flick of the wrist; lucky me, no lucky you
We don't need a rap group, just a entourage
Thugs in sheep's clothes, very docile camoflauge
An' nah, there's no resolve, just blood fillin' ya jaws
Hydrochloric to ya eyes, watch ya pupils dissolve
Just 'cause the game's gone Tampon
I don't stop, I provide the spillage of blood
Fillin' the club wit' lit wicks an' slugs, a village of thugs
Slit you an' ya bitch throat on Telegraph Ave.
Weak-minded... stay out the telepath's path
'Cause I'll mindfuck you... bringin' Hell to that ass
Let the .9 fuck you, dump shells in that ass
Now nigga that's chuuch, ring the bells for mass
I normally don't judge, but you niggaz real puss
An' you smellin' quite tart, you need a real douche
Imperfect ring of fire, burnin' you in seven ellipticals
Summon the kraken, I smack him then sever each of his tentacles
Rap's pitiful, bunch of passive-aggressive treehuggers
That be rockin' hip-huggers (Fuckin' faggots)
Fruitcakes wearin' mini-skirts an' Daisy Dukes
Drivin' Hybrids wit' paisley seats in the coupe
Niggaz won't bust one, but ya sound like grapes
An' I don't want ya on my tapes, sound like Drake
This shit ain't even sweet, sound like cake
Steady claimin' you real but sound like fakes
99% of the game is taste
A&R's only hear an' see pop culture
Stop vultures, we smell bullshit
Touched it, felt nothin', substance non-existent
I give 'em a year 'fore they all passout
Then these patty cake rappers gon' be assed-out
Boxcutter to his throat, blood splash out
Cut him up nice... then we dash out
Run the jewels, gotta bring the cash out
It's like a four-alarm blaze when we mash out
The god you worship is a homo
Church for sissies, he fuckin' French designers on the low-low
Silence ya bars, what you say don't please me
Nothin' but hardcore, I ain't got no fuckin' Yeezy
It's in my blood, to get it you gotta fuckin' bleed me
Sacrifice the weak, that's how you appease me
I go wherever the Lord leads me
Harsh road, He never said it would be easy
I didn't come in this game to rub shoulders, only throw bows
We come to blows, you left wit' a broken nose
They only cool kids on the internet
An' I ain't even into that, give 'em the vinaigrette
That's the sauce... now send 'em on the Via Dolorosa
They're self-righteous
This is sacrilege, committed wit' vigor
I spit on ya rank, scoff at ya status
I'm blasphemous, call me The I'Khanoklast
I -- told you niggaz that no icon can last
Got false i-dols, cryin' out their eyeballs
Shittin' on newcomers, fuck ya come-up
You niggaz done, this a murdergram
Stab you wit' a javelin while you're doin' the Shmurda dance
Look, ya'll know what's up
Nothing's gonna stop me now like Balki Bartokomous
Don't touch the star, bitch I'm like Chanticleer
Rollin' wit' some niggaz that's known to keep the hammer near
Workin' on my lines, keep 'em shaped like I'm usin' Andis
Stupid muhfuckaz can't stand this
You niggaz basic... how else can I say this?
I've carved my niche, let's see you try an' replace it
Back against the wall, make a mural, do it in plural
Wanna deface it? Show you how my angst get
Piss ya pride in a shot glass, now nigga taste it
That's liquid courage for a nigga discouraged
Paid the cost, purchased; I will flourish
Skills like a child, nurtured, completely nourished
Underground but I will surface, wit' sicker verses
Body crews, now I'm whippin' hearses, Fred Durst shit
I keep rollin', rearrange ya frame of mind; where the fuck you at?
I've been a beast since I first heard "Tical"
Never ask me to tone it down
Long as I'm in it, this is how it's gonna sound
I'm open now, focused like a archer
Green Arrow, trick arrow, haymaker, no boxer
Reverse Flash wit' the Tachyon device
Gatdammit, son is nice; vocals crackin', open mics
Just for the record, my girl the bomb like Plastique
Known as a asshole, lips to the ass cheeks
You laughin', but you're the one I'm dyin' to harm
I got it locked, you make a song an' trip the silent arm