Brewing underground like a pool of lava
ready to blow and explode to superstardom
expect the shit to be yellowstone-esq
welcome to the terrordome, this the telephone desk
you can leave a message but it doesn't matter man, you're doomed
this'll be the abolition of the planets and the moons
I'm the elephant that's standing in the room
but you keep shtum, beyond pussy, you're practically a womb
and plus you're just a baby inside, crying late at night
me? I know what ladies like, you? well you're lady like
tryna get your make up right, living for the fame and light
soothing your ego with that bebo and facebook hype
I int checking on your page for your latest lies
you dont see you played yourself when you plagorise
the game is biased, major labels got satan ties
signing up fake MCs who arent fit to lace my nikes
just because it's popular it doesn't make it right
and if i'm kept in the dark, i won't take it light
i've stayed polite for too long and just let it go
dudes biting me and ignoring the debt they owe
weak characters that fake the persona
they dont have it in em, like they have to wait for a donor
pay what you owe, make it go straight the owners
and get well to Guru now he's awake from his coma