What Competition?
[Verse 1: Lykos]
Already a king I'm the motherfucking you know
Fuck being last I'm the motherfucking uno
Fucking up the game now the game on her Juno
Father and hero to the flow of these weirdos
Freezing up the competition call me subzero
Matter fact they're missing like liquor in my system
Systematically combusting all these verses and I'm not done
She only fuck with lames good thing that I'm not one
Fuck what you think
Honey I shrink, the skill level of every single onе on the brink
Bitch I need a drink and no not the henny, see
Feeling mysеlf, taking down every 10 I see
Suicidal tendencies, just like the doors bitch
Bodies in the morgue bitch
Check beneath the floor bitch
Alright? no
Who you think turned Michael into what he was in thriller?
He was suppose to take her home not mother fucking kill her
I guess I taught him well well killer killer
[Verse 2: Lykos]
I'm a creature of habit
I just happen to be talented in everything that I act in
Rudy has gone missing like liquor in my system
Trapped inside this cranium of mine like a little prisoner
That's more like it
Who mans on a unicycle, I just bike it
I put them on a gallows and flat line their shadow
Coming at you live from the mother fucking Shallow Creek
Never lose sleep over the opinion of sheep