BY DANIL SEMENOV
Man, it feels like these walls are closing in, this roof is caving In, 
Oop, its time to raise it then 
Your days are numbered like pages in my book 
Of rhymes got em cookem boy 
This crooked mind of mine got em all shook 
And scared to look in my eyes, 
I stole that [bad word] clock, i took the time and i came up from Behind 
And pretty much snuck up and butt [bad word] this game up 
Better be careful when you bring my name up [bad word] this fame 
That aint what i came to claim, but the game aint gonna be The same 
On the day that i leave it 
I swear one way or another i'ma make these [bad word] haters Believe it, 
I swear to god wont spear the rod, i'm a man of my word 
So your [bad word] heads better nod 
I'm gonna [bad word] around in this [bad word] and roast everybody 
Sleep on me that pillow is where your head will lie, 
Permanently [bad word] it's beddy-bye, 
This world is my easter egg, yeah, prepare to die' 
My head is swoll 
My confidence is up 
This stage is my pedastal 
I'm unstoppable the "Incredible Hulk"
Your trapped in my medicine ball 
I [bad word] circles around you so fast your [bad word] head will Spin dog, 
I'll split your cabbage and your lettuce and olives, i'll [bad word] ..