I’m a son of a bitch, famous for going crazy, cocker
My temper can’t be controlled easily
Filtering out songs that are like trash
I won’t rest, fuck comma

ADHD, I keep moving, SCV
You’re all appetizers, I’m the main dish
You’re like shrimp, I’ll peel and eat you up
I’m made from different material, cashmere

You sweat and throw in your white flag
I’m different from you, I won’t surrender, Winston Churchill man
I’ll steal all the rice bowls from the fakes
I do it all myself, like a labor chain

Check my style check check check it out
Little bastards have a hard time peeling my candy bar
If rap is money, my life is cash
You’re like unnecessary body fat

Sue me
I’ll do what I want, just shut up
Sue me
Your stomachs will hurt, oh my stomach
Sue me
Oh my stomach, oh my stomach, oh my stomach
Sue me
Oh my stomach, oh my stomach, oh my stomach

All you are like singing beggars singing a song
Got a taste of rice cakes, now you want rice
So now you pretend to do hiphop?
Where did your ugliness go?

I seem rude to old fashioned hyungs
But my one breath becomes luxury
I can see my future with binoculars, 2 jobs money
Empire state, Burj khalifa, 63 building

You’re fucked like fake viagra
Sometimes vegetarian, hungry every day
Cheeks stronger than diamonds
I’m too high for your hands to reach my crotch

Got some guts to show my everything
Don’t have much fans but they trust me and listen
Without any help, can see the potential
All the deals from the agencies look like shit

Sue me
I’ll do what I want, just shut up
Sue me
Your stomachs will hurt, oh my stomach
Sue me
Oh my stomach, oh my stomach, oh my stomach
Sue me
Oh my stomach, oh my stomach, oh my stomach