Congratulations, You Lose

Yeah, yeah

Check me out

Let me see what I got here

Dick in my duffle, got plenty style

Put this whole shit on my back and walk many miles

Play sudoku on your face with a razor and spill the ketchup out

The only way I know how to send a message out

Slingin foot in my Bally shoe and you stretched it out

Beloved, that's a bad fit

Chewin a matchstick, I'll spike the punch and send you on a bad trip

That's not a microdose

When it's time for me to recite, I hold a microphone

Close to my throat right here, draped in a robe

Like Isaac Hayes when he was Black Moses

Flickin ashes, smokin opposition packages in a massive dosage

I floated here on a magic carpet

Say my name on a record makes you an automatic target

Now I gotta take out the garbage, just gettin started

Now it's time to make my impression felt

Gettin fat, need to add a notch on my Versace leather belt

Won't give a fuck, I let my nuts hang

Then fly low like a dust plane, bustdowns dangle out the Mustang

Use a shirt to wipe off the rust stain then continue busting

Speed in the foreign, Neosporin to make the cuts sting

Hahaha

You're already ugly, you're already ugly

Ohh-ho-ha, son

Don't get me started, you bitch

Yeah, the flood ain't fair, ain't no animals safe here

The archer park, you dead in the water, your archers stay there

That beast that you thought that was in you, I see it been dead

You can't awake it, the cousin is sleep, the stone like a big head

Cruise through the ruins, the attitude is "fuck what you doin"

I could mousetrap, I'm stupid tryin to get a shoe in

Cause there's no vacancy for y'all to move in

Y'all know the motto, keep it movin over shoulder movement

Oleksandr Usyk so we slappin new shit

Goin past abuses, beat down the eardrums and no exclusives

Checkin for your acoustics

Sound like a rocket from the T-minus lift up

When the high comes down, I use your beard like a fuckin Swiffer

Now you the made man, I let you clean the scene

Not a barber but I'll give you them fades, nah'mean?

The mad doctor is the occupation

I pull the ribs out of the chest improper like a game of Operation

We made coaches out of samples from the surgery

Don't make me deactivate all your circuitry

I don't work for you nigga, you work for me