[Marathon Verse]
Coming at you live and reckless
Another track on this dumb track-list
Button up your fucking jacket
Flow so cold you cannot wreck it
I am here. Here I am
What time is it? It's time to jam
Don't forget to invite the Fam
Cause you know Sherms is going ham
Damn, I've already killed it
Cooking up these rhymes like I'm cooking up some skillets
Made with eggs and bacon, I love to wake and bake and
I gotta get that dough and you know I'm not talking about baking
Somebody tell Satan, or Tyler whatever-his-name-is
Make some room for me I need to get into this rap business
Let's get super smashed, bro
Pour me a cup, roll me a blunt and smoke some dank dro
Don't give me any papers, give me a cigarillo
Roll that shit up tighter than defensive armadillos
Got me higher than the redwoods, no weeping willows
All you assholes at the bottom go to sleep on your pillow
I'm out of this world. I don't belong on this earth
I'm not just a flirt, bitch I'm more than I'm worth
You can tell by my girth, not the price on my shirt
Only 140 but I'm the bigger man damn, that's gotta hurt
Or does it burn? Third degree
All you dumb cock-suckers out there, yes I'm talking to thee
I'm talking to the bitch-asses who wanna get their asses
Kicked real quick. Take your head, and I'll smash that
And take your lady's mingy and I will trash that
And she'll come running back to me cause she knows my staff is magic
Hell yeah I know what it takes. Marathon rap, no chorus breaks
I'll bet I'm hip-hop's number-one artist no matter what the stakes
Going strong, going hard. You know that's how I really are
If you think I'm not hip-hop's king then I guess I'll be the fucking Czar
What now? Second round. Can't stop me, I'm going to town
Will not lounge and shall not frown, until I'm heard I want it now
I just wanna be known as the kid that really made it
And his dreams were never faded wether he was loved or hated
And I don't give a damn. Just gonna have fun
Maybe add a bit more money, not a lot it's just a sum
And I will shine brighter than that mother-fucking sun
And my kingdom has already come, so tell Khaled that I've already won
Realize my potential. I don't need any credentials
It's a L i n u s instrumental, with a flow that's nothing special
Need to get paid. Well it's all bills or pennies
Cause I can't even afford a side of hash browns at a Denny's
My lyrics got y'all tripping like Doc Ellis in the 70s
So you just give me a beat, and I'll give you the bennies
And he couldn't pitch a no-no cause I know how to make a hit
With all these words that I spit, are you hearing this shit?
This could make Nastia Liukin stop flipping and just kick it
Or have Shawn land on my Johnson but I'll be the one that sticks it
Fresher than a rookie, I ain't new to this game
You know this music ain't lame. You should learn my damn name
Call me a faggot, bitch, or pussy, man that sounds the same
You should call me Katrina. More deadlier than a hurricane
Your raps are ten times worse. I'm like a witch doctor's curse
Coming after the weak shit, is the rabid Sherman Lurch
Murdered by me while I fuck your bitch's meat purse
Fuck her ass dead, then she'll join you in the hearse
So come at me, bro. I'm a pterodactyl, you're a flamingo
You ain't heard of Big Wet, bitch that's something that you should know
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Bitch that's something that you should know
Bitch that's something that you should know
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Bitch that's something that you should know
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B-bitch that's something that you should know
