Supreme (Being)

It's time you pay tribute Bully rap ain't here to play with you No twin What You didn't think we the same did you? Is you as dumb as you look shit I would say triple that hit your back mac truck Reverse it the only reason I'd back up Is to run over your legs just to make sure you stay crippled You making the game simple like Milton Bradley Been sick preparing this gift to be the illest rapping Thought that was the point not to make pop songs Busteed bubble aim for the jugular with my lock jaw Ego flexing no cockfight Darkness that fought light On mics Trusted to wreck it like Walter Cronkite You more off white not talking apparel just mean you're not bright As you think that's if you think something's just not right Lost sight walking the blind oh I'm a dog right Hell I could this all night Y'all ain't ready Y'all think you can test me I don't get it I'm supreme This is good sex minus the brain I'm just not all there Pretty girls wanting my dick f*ck what you call fair Stop there or caught in the octagon with the octomom hit the motherlode this a thunderbolt to your ball hair Feel me coming Terex ripple effect Water breaks just not Prego still just as wet Plus you sweating bullets Feeling triggered Steady pull it While you pointing fingers Your demeanor is executed Like a good plan triangle offense don't see the eye above Light them up Fueling the fire of the enlightened sun I am the Product of my desires don't bite your tongue or the hand that feeds take heed Or else you might get sunned Never mind the might to the height you climb I'm the dynamite You the vagina type I've been punching through like I'm iron Mike China white wired up fire truck in a silent night Don't be alarmed hit the snooze when I aligned the sight I'm telling you It's death knocking at your door Answer I'm supreme Going through bad times like fat people running the 40 yard dash I kill me but never going to flatline Sapphires kept in my book of rhymes glisten satire Campfires just for your record and that's cause your a damn liar The suit fits like tweeting Michelin Get it? That's your attire Don't see dead people see slow people Really it's all the same thing And word to every bruise on my body I know evil Hold your antidote inside a cold needle Reaping what you sow don't let your soul leave you And if it leaves I'm praying that the lord keep you Under control I'm God body you so fetal Why even end on a high when this my lowest point Yeah I've been ready to die for that I'm overjoyed Still hope to make it alive cause I've been so destroyed You want a piece like the common thief come on over boy I'm supreme