Throw your Throw your hands up Alright this rappin' shit is easier then beatin' up a teenager If you think that your bars are cold then trust me you'd be freezin' here It's me against the world and the beatin' will be so severe You’ll think the year was two thousand twelve and there really was a meteor The pedal to the metal I've had several accidental beers A temperamental rebel with a devil nestled in my ear A sentimental fellow I wrestle with my potential 'Til the intercontinental belt is mine like yo the champ is here (champ is here) I'm seth rollins, I'm dwayne johnson, I'm steve austin The best rockin', I'm way awesome, so keep talkin' You press pause when the game hard and you need options I flex often, you lame awkward, you geeks awful Solid like a statue in a bulletproof vest Inside a plexiglass encasement full of hardened cement Then wrapped in carbon fiber armor locked inside of a chest Kept in a confidential area with barb wire fence Man I'm lit, like gasoline is free with a lighter I'm reachin' maximum capacity, can't be any tighter I'll hold your grandson as ransom, the family hella frightened And put his face in a magazine with a reward, if you find him Super savage, I'll laugh when your uber crash And I'll smash your computer after and dash to a school classroom And act like student vandal and scratch up the tutors mazda When they ask if I knew what happened I'll Jack a suzuki wagon, put a rag in the fuel tank And watch the fireworks like the fourth of July I'm like lightnin' in a bottle or a sorcerers eyes Rappers hatin' on me lately, they just bored of their lives And chasin' clout on borrowed time but I'm the owner of mine Born to survive, y’all were built with older design It's too late for an update, your papers ordered and signed I'm sorry your motor isn't performin' like mine I know it's morbid, I look forward to the moment it dies That's not important though The rappers are my sons, I'm runnin' orphan homes I force feed 'em poison porridge shuttin' down their organs slow I'm always goin' gloryhole that's balls to that walls You know how the story goes don't talk to the cops If they corner you and force you then I do not recall That got a lot in common with the way I feel about your songs They're forgettable Like I smoked a blunt and followed it with edibles Then popped a bunch of ecstasy while hammered at a festival Then fell asleep and woke up wearin' nothin' deep in mexico And then you ask me if I heard your music like forgettable Heh I'm incredible, pat me on the back They think 'cause I got face tattoos I probably couldn’t rap I ain't lil' yatchy or tekashi, uzi or xan I'm smarter than I look if you're too stupid to ask