There they go, back in stadiums,
it’s shady’s b-tches flow,
nuts they go, macadamia they go sablistic yo,
we can make them look like boso’s,
he’s wondering if he should spit this slow,
f-ck no go for broke,
his cup just wanna throw over, oh no,
he aint had a buzz like this since the last time he overdosed,
they’ve been waiting patiently for Pinnochio to poke his nose,
back into the game and they know,
rap will never be the same as before,
bashing in the brains of these hoes,
and establishing a name as he goes,
the passion of the flame is ignited,
you can’t put it out once we light it,
this is sh-t exactly what the f-ck i’m talking about when we write it,
you dealing with a mutual villain,
so stay inside of the boots you spillin
so spit [bad word] feelings, til [bad word] [bad word] flying up out of our mouths
never mind it,
payback muthaf-cker for the way  that you doubted me so  you how’s it taste,
when I slap the taste out your mouth with the bass so loud that it shakes the place,
i’m hannibal lecters son just in case your thinking of saving face,
you aint gonna have no face to save by the time Im through with this place,
so Drake….