Here I Come

[Intro: Heckler]
Oh! Mr. KJD! Mr. Rap Savior! The same boring MC
You're on that same depressing bull shit bro!
It's the same shit, track in and track out
At the rate you pump out material, I could push out 6 albums
I mean, fuck! No punchlines? No hit singles?
God damn! What do you got to say for yourself?

[Verse 1]
Uh. Writing a hit single's never really what I cared about
Cause' lyrical ability is positively paramount
I'm married to the game, but I won't share my spouse
So Imma' verbally abuse her until someone dares to tear my larynx out
I was shunned from the local scene
Even though all these old timers prayed for a youngin' dope as me
Best up and comer's what they voted me
I'm all revved up. Ate my Wheaties with some Gatorade and Ovaltine
Ha! Yo. And when my night's through
I realized I've eaten up more beats than Dwight Schrute
Rap has lost it's edge, yeah, it sucks that it's missing
So I'm the 90's baby, bitch, with 2 fucks to be given
Always coming out on top, like a minute man in missionary
Spitting sick shit, yeah, I'm the ass hole with dysentery
Uh. We can't pardon the whack
Like a perverted runner, I come hard on tracks

[Interlude: Heckler]
Well, alright, alright
That's a decent 16
I mean, you're heading in the right direction
But I mean, the real question is..
Can you do any better than that?

[Verse 2]
I've had multiple strokes of genius, like Bill Nye's wife
Pause. I've had multiple strokes of genius, like Bill Nye's wife
With a blood clot traveling straight to her brain
Squirming around in a circle, retarded snakes on a plane
Nothing to take for the pain. But look where I started from
Then grab a measuring tape when I ejaculate, so you can see how far I've come
Y'all were focused on the Romney-Obama shit
I was focused on making it through the zombie apocalypse
Haters like to claim that I'm a conscience rapper
Cause' I don't talk about money, drugs, or topless dancers
But all you copycatters, just killed the game
So Imma' dig her up and fuck her, like a necrophile body snatcher
Man, you suck, and you lack finesse
And got a fucked up flow, like a urine stream after sex
Ha. I'm shouting out to the vets
It's my turn, bitch, time for countdown to commence

5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 0