Ready Set Go

Ready set go
I got the triplet flow
I don't need nothing from you
I get to go hard as I want and you know
There ain't a thing you can do
Tell me I'm wrong, but hop on a track
If you're gonna talk all that smack you're a goner
Here in this corner
Got what you lack, little boy
I smack little boys
I'll give you some pointers

Like if you're gonna join up, get a lawyer
I'll destroy you
Tom Sawyer with the hi-hat, I'm that fast
If I bore you I don't buy that
You can lie, that's okay
If you loiter in the foyer till verse three
Taking orders from me the employer
I implore you to avoid the next three bars that annoy you
But spoiler, I'm anointed

You can't just press stop
You're on the X-box, I got desktop
I'm the next Pac at the sweatshop
While you sit at the rest stop
Maybe Best Buy's got a job with your name
No shot at the fame with game like that
You'll remain like that
A weak little fucker with some lame ass raps
You're a Dane that yaps like a Shiatzu
The best bitch in the kennel wouldn't hit you
I'll be gentle with her tits when we get to forbidden jutsu
You can take a peek if you're willing to submit to my tongue

Just like your girl
Screaming my name while you're clutching your pearls
I'm crushing your world one stroke at a time
With nothing but words and joking in rhymes

I feel like Chris Rock
Jada come sit on this cock
We can clip it on TikTok
If the fresh prince of hip-hop wanna get up on stage
I'll roll with his bitch slap any ole day

Flow like a pit stop crew with the change
Zzzt Zzzt, you're in my lane
I lap you, there's no need to cap you
With the gap you left in you're rap
You're out of the race, I'm past you
And you're past due on your kiddie books
Where you borrow your bars and shitty hooks
For titties looks, how's that working out for you
Pretty shook that the girls don't adore your track, ooo
You suck like a vacuum, follow me to the back room
Bring a strap, boom
And we'll do it like ready set go

I got the triplet flow
I don't need nothing from you
I get to go hard as I want and you know
There ain't a thing you can do
Tell me I'm wrong, but hop on a track
If you're gonna talk all that smack you're a goner
Here in this corner
Got what you lack, little boy
I smack little boys
I'll give you some pointers

I eat multis for breakfast
I.e. "culty, infectious"
My speech holding the nexus
I keep molding the hexes
I think hold in your reckless
Lying soul to protect us
Dying over my flexes
Spying on all your exes
Oh look, it's me
Did I mention I ate her pussy
Did I mention I'm trying to elevate us
My scene usually hates us
I need someone to play this
Vying to celebrate us
Buying all of my greatness
I think I'll dedicate these
Crying words to your hatred
I need someone to hate and you make it so easy
Did I mention your shit is so cheesy

Did I mention your rhymes are pitiful, meaning minimal
Mine are biblical, yours are criminal
Mine are pivotal, yours are fictional
Mine incredible, yours unprintable
Every syllable makes you miserable
It's despicable, inconceivable
Unoriginal, aboriginal, unforgivable, inadmissible shit

You're dumb as they get, not ready to quit
When the weight of my wit whips you will you forget
The hate in my spit, venom
A snake in a pit, get them
Mistaking a pet, bend them over and hit them
I took off my belt
I'll make sure every lyric is felt
Now you hit the bell whenever you feel outclassed
Let me tell you 'bout that out back
I dug a hole, see where it goes
After the show, put you below
Everybody that you ever got to know
Everybody that you're ever gonna know
Cause I'm gonna blow, and you're gonna go
Bye-bye by the wayside
When my money grows, and I'm highlife
At your graveside, I'm gonna pray like ready set go

I got the triplet flow
I don't need nothing from you
I get to go hard as I want and you know
There ain't a thing you can do
Tell me I'm wrong, but hop on a track
If you're gonna talk all that smack you're a goner
Here in this corner
Got what you lack, little boy
I smack little boys
Come get you some, ready set go
I got the triplet flow
I don't need nothing from you
I get to go hard as I want and you know
There ain't a thing you can do
Tell me I'm wrong, but hop on a track
If you're gonna talk all that smack you're a goner
Here in this corner
Got what you lack, little boy
I smack little boys
I'll give you some pointers