Ever since Tuna dropped off.
Your rhymes haven't topped off.
Y'all are standing around a bomb waiting for me to pop off.
I'm just laying back waiting for you to hop off.
This may be a game
But we are not playing hopscotch.

I'm the boss battle here
Call me the lyrical gate keeper.
Guarding my dungeon
From Canadian treasure seekers
I'm not an anomaly
I'm just using basic psychology
To late for apologizes
No one is stopping me.

I wont blame you for leaving
Feel your fear as it's creeping
Treat your wounds while they're seeping.
I'll write my words in red.
I'll use the blood that your weeping.
Hills getting steeper,
Oceans deeper,
Weather weirder.
I know for a fact,
I wouldn't fuck with me either.