I'm the outscene slang kicker with no parental sticker
 ADVISIN' y'all that wise words is much slicker
 Under circumstances label advances
 Ample opportunity, infinite chances
 The rhyme, the unrelated beef I don't stress
 I seen many killed for inifinte-e-less
 Ya raps need a clips that packed with lies
 Cowardlessly ya shot up those INNOCENT BI'S
 In extra long verses hundred bars the LENGTH
 The percentage of the [bad word] in the rhyme is one tenth
 solid mass of minerals, easily broke down
 Hard rock MC's ya nothin [bad word]  Sparked by the endless greed of CEO's
 in the videos with those questionable flows
 Take it twenty-six, cut it down to four bars, make it a hook
 if it's not I'm sure to send a book

 Knock Knock
 Who the [bad word] is bangin at my door?
 Is it [bad word] or hardcore?
 Better know who the [bad word] they lookin for
 Cuz they don't want more
 Yo Knock Knock
 Who the [bad word] is bangin at my door?
 Is it [bad word] or hardcore?
 Better know who the [bad word] they lookin for
 They don't want more

 The CREAM of the crop [bad word] circles that remain symmetrical
 with lightnin victories that's highly electrical
 My microphone is just too hot to handle
 plus I don't fill ya ears with the, Pennister's scandal
 I gift wrap the sawed-off, the DeeJay pump it
 March to the sounds of Armstrong's [bad word]  Great things satisfied great minds
 You want me to paint scenes describe it in eight lines
 Check it
 Conceptional breakthrough, [bad word]  Rap that make you, convinced it's invincible
 Lease up my words, powerful hazardous
 The most dedicated research the data; this
 Info tempo, is gatherin momentum
 thousand rounds of ammo one of them was spentin
 Applied science to, vocals we flyin through
 Victorious always because I am who?

 Knock Knock
 Who the [bad word] is bangin at my door?
 Is it [bad word] or hardcore?
 Better know who the [bad word] they lookin for
 Cuz they don't want more
 Yo Knock Knock
 Who the [bad word] is bangin at my door?
 Is it [bad word] or hardcore?
 Better know who the [bad word] they lookin for
 They don't want more

 I wrote this rhyme with a Sharpie
 You see this dark key ignition's for those with keys
 who wanna start me up
 That's where nature and [bad word] merge
 Put ya hole in so much inside ya gotta splurge
 on these snakes with the things that, poke through your denim
 When ya move it accelerates the action of the venom
 But the purity and sacrifice gettin stung twice
 from those who LOAD DICE to cars that deep right
 Cuz rhyme travelers are light years beyond
 The Clan had a bomb that made the world respond
 Considering my own future, I'm used ta
 Damaging MC's then pollyin with producers
 Whose main makin cereal from two tracks of serial
 Hold! That song's playin weak [bad word] material
 We all peak at a singular point in time
 'Till you see the sign, decide

 Knock Knock
 Who the [bad word] is bangin at my door?
 Is it [bad word] or hardcore?
 Better know who the [bad word] they lookin for
 Cuz they don't want more
 Yo Knock Knock
 Who the [bad word] is bangin at my door?
 Is it [bad word] or hardcore?
 Better know who the [bad word] they lookin for
 They don't want more