Unnamed in this bitch, let me know what's happening
I'm the guy making fuckers never ever wanna rap again
My lyrics are so harsh when I spit bars, you'd think I'm stabbing him
Like he's the pork, and I'm about to tear off all the crackling
You can't keep that shit, it's way too fattening
Just like your bars, healthy people don't want it , just pack it in
Your bars are so washed up, you should stop writing on paper with ink
And start drawing your lyrics with the soap in your kitchen sink
When I touch a mic, I turn evil
Like Slim when he teams with Royce, but I ain't reaching as many people
But I rap as if I was
And I don't give a toss
Any rapper stepping up to me better be ready for a loss
Cause I'm crazy
Some people say he locks up his mic, incase he
Won't stop and just sits there all day trying to reach the top
Because he laughs when he insults people
You'll never meet anyone who's as deceitful
Cause you don't know Stephen, he's the opposite of peaceful
He's just a benefit fiend
At the age of sixteen
He'd probably use child support money to buy weed
Yeah that's sounds about right, I'm the scum of the Earth
But you're still listening to me
As I stand holding a burning cross in front of a church
I'm the captain of the crazy train, you can call me Ozzy
I speak on behalf of the entire underground society, proxy
Mainstream rappers ain't where it is, I'm the future, obviously
If you ain't here to be the best, then go home
I'm here to be the best, so Em, when I step up to your throne
You can give me the secret to rap immortality
Then any rapper who wants to challenge me
From whatever fucking galaxy
Will learn very quickly
When they step in proximity with me
That Unnamed is the leader of this rap country
And shit, while I'm down, you can try and punt me
But know that when I get up, darkness is all you'll see
Cause you'll get knocked the fuck out
Like my name's Manny Pacquiao
On some crazy shit again like i'm a re-turd
And I won't stop 'till my lyrics have been heard
I'm the leader motherfucker, you're just part of the herd
You're nothing but a flock follwing the other birds
I'm hear to revolutionize this shit, Che Guevara
I could give up and walk out now screaming sayonara
But before I do that shit I'd get back together with Tarra
And that ain't ever gonna happen, so I ain't leaving
If you ain't a fan I'll just shove my music down your throat like it's semen
And if you don't swallow I'll kill you right now, take pictures, and put them through a printer
And put the photos on your kids bedroom window
And I'll laugh while I give him the finger
Then I'd get the carpet and the duct tape, and I'll wrap you up like it's winter
And I'll give you as a present to my favourite singer
With a note: Hey, it's Unnamed. Wanna collab? Let me know ASAP
How the fuck does this sick shit enter my mind?
I'm so sick, I'm ill. Call me Hopsin when I rhyme
I go crazy when I rap, like I'm on coke or speed
But I don't do that shit I try to stick to the weed
Sometimes I feel so stoned, I think I'm gonna def
But I ain't even gay, I've just smoked way too much sess
And if you dont understand my lyrics, look that shit up
Cause I ain't dumbing a single thing down for you dumb fucks
And we're only half way through this track
I'm teaching you all that skill is what I don't lack
So while you're still being a kid, playing in the park or in the back
I'm out here spitting bars that would give even young men heart attacks
And you can be sure of that
And I know I'm not black
But that don't mean I can't rap
Shit, Shady proved that
And now every rapper wants to be signed to Aftermath
So they can be with the best, the GOATs of rap. FACT
The ones who rap as if the shit was witch craft
The MCs who won't in a million years listen to ya
The same rappers who will be buying my shit in the future
It's too late to try not to go berserk
I'm too sick, I need some time off work
The only way you'd go viral is if your track was playing while your bitch was trying to twerk
I talk so much shit, I should just put the mic up my ass
Don't act surprised, I'm the opposite of high class
People hear my shit and SCREAM!
They hear yours they're like "Meh, pass"
Even your bitch hates your lyrics, so much she just wants to go
But know that I could get my dick inside her like I'm tea bagging Strongbow
You see, my words are my guns and your hate is my ammo
So the more you hate me, the faster I'll grow
And you should know by now, I'm not classy
More like class E
You're so watered down, I could swim in your bars
And my flow is so fly, it could take you to Mars
Lyrically, I'm in the lead, and you're just out here chasing cars
I'm so cold bitch, I should be out there patrolling snow
I feel sorry for you bro, every time I hear your flow
And I ain't kidding around boy, you better know
Unnamed is the King, you couldn't even open up for my show
Yo fuck the instrumental, I don't have to stop just because it does
I'll just keep rapping bitch, and that's because
I fucking want to, a beat ain't my boss
And there's not enough time to loop it back round like Rick Ross
Why the fuck are these fakers even in the game, they must be fucking lost
I'll take all the shots i wanna take, but know I'm not the guy you wanna cross
You're the type of guy that will talk shit then back out of a fight
And wake up in hospital to 3 surgeons all dressed in white
Fuck it, I'll just kill you and put your body in a time capsule
And let your kids find it at their birthday party, and that's the sick shit I use for fuel
And then I ignite it and shoot at you like a fire ball
Cause I'm the kind of guy that's liable
To set your house on fire with an iron
And I ain't even trying
You try so hard to be me, and I ain't even trying
You're all smelly cats, phoebe. And I still ain't trying
I'm so far ahead, you bitches can't see me. And i still ain't even trying
If me never making it is your strongest belief
Then I'm about to turn over that leaf
And that's the only time you'll see me do it, cause I'm never gonna change
Yeah the styles a little strange
I'm a little insane
Even though something's wrong with my brain
I'm still in the fast lane
You fucks are walking slow with a cane
While I speed ahead
You heard what I said
I'll die hard like John MacLaine
And I control you, like you're a teddy and I'm a crane
Just stay the fuck back before I break it, Bane
