[Verse:]
f** a gun, man I do more damage with my sentences
sh** I might get sentenced, for my bomb dropping penmanship
Lost your faith in music, well then I'm here to replenish it
Get your fave mc to Sweden, the sub-zero's gonna Finish Him
Young Viking, spitting it frightening
Where's the contenders? they already hiding
Hammered off this bottle, homie
Now I'm spitting that lightning
I'm sk**ed with that quill
Potential with the pencil
My progress f**ing ill
And yo my work ethic is mental
Gonna get myself a Kendall without looking like a ken doll
The heavy bars I pull are all without injecting synthol
The godly bars I pull are all so motherf**ing sinful
Anton at the function setting fire to the shingles