Yeah, yeah, yeah, climb solo to the top Of the highest fuckin' rock we can find The assignment is simple, but difficult to carry out As things tend to be, mentally, your whole entity Is pushed to its limit like a centipede on two legs Hypo-linquisitive like who dis? The new rich move quick with their cool breasts Lookin' for a killing ill nature to rule us Basur is like a spoof of True Grit But clueless to the nucleus of who is the shit And you fit like a two-bit Stanley Kubrick With a blueprint, movin' it from genius to stupid And at the root of this ludicrous pursuit Is somethin' you can't see but you alluded to Figurin' immortal like it's money made, bulletproof Funny how I shut it down, wouldn't you know? Sick boy, you and you a sick boy You and you a sick boy Your head's blowin' up like a rocket Shove it up your ass, don't stop it Sick boy, you and you a sick boy You and you a sick boy They worship your ass like a prophet Sick boy, make a sick profit Prophesize this, your mad masculinity Inherently toxic to all ears in your vicinity Your rhyme ability is sub-par But you're actin' like you wanna be a rockstar Man listen, I ain't here to give a lesson Dark as sheep and mine's a bargain Fluorescent, I'm only guessin' But I think it needs addressin' Rap Narcissus, my reflection is a blessing And I'm so humble, man, see how humble I am They love me, waitin' for a crumb from my hand Ain't no denyin', I can tame a lion If you tell me that I can, I'll buy the zoo and stay defiant Speak of yourself in the third person That cheeky fucker, he prefer cursin' The worst person to give anyone a trace Of mice and men, that men back to mice Sick boy, you and you a sick boy You and you a sick boy Your head's blowin' up like a rocket Shove it up your ass, don't stop it Sick boy, you and you a sick boy You and you a sick boy They worship your ass like a prophet Sick boy, make a sick profit