Start it with a backhand so I open like an Agassi
Came here from the badlands now the family's getting mad at me
I'm graduating MIT, so I’ll be living lavishly
I Keep this shit so current all you’re doing’s licking batteries
I’m looking picture perfect if the pic is of violent guy
Ice in eyes, X-acto knife used just to slice your spine
Come to find your toothpaste has been laced with cyanide
I’ve been making threats upon your life, now they're bonafide
Thoughts aside, I’ve always been approaching the ethereal
But I’ve been pried to find a way to switch up my material
Killing rapists is just in my blood like its arterial
So if you did it, you might find rohypnol in your cereal
The cheerios so cold, and you’ll just be so faded
When you wake, hung from the Pru by your damn shoelaces
Careful not to struggle, if you do they may break and
This date rapist will end up flat as a pancake is
See I been known as the king of petty crime
But low-key, I’m stocking coffins with every rhyme
Honestly I feel like I’ve killed you like seven times
This second-life shit is why pussies are given nine
You’re blind, to the bigger prob of Jack Montague
I’ll sign that prescription for y’alls contacts
They lined up a yuppy baller on contract
But refuse to look at his person in full context
So now we got a victim and a captainless team
The public’s only vision is their bracket of steam
They’ll regret they never picked a fucking twelve seed to beat
But won’t see the slick precision of this Ivy League scheme
Cause Yale, Columbia, Harvard got rape scandals
At MIT we haven’t come close to any antidote
So all of the big leagues are hiding all these felon bros
Just so they can maintain an extensive applicant pool