Barcode(Outro)

[Verse 1]
Look, ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
I don't really care 'bout your stupid raps
And you stupid cats claiming that you super smash
'Cuz I'm you times two, call me the Super Smash Brothers
Bringing the Drama around you Big Cats like the Pfaff Brothers
And um, in case you defending yourself as not being a wannabe
Even your friends say that I am too sick and I'm someone you oughta be
So hate on me, it doesn't bother me
Only God can Father me
Sick bars, boy they clog arteries
Yeah, I'm a little bit narcissistic
Well um, literally everybody telling me that my bars terrific
My bars are sickness, I'm hard to witness
Let alone I'm hard to sit with
And if you ain't digging my music it's because you gotta be smart to get this
Plenty of you people are asking me how I bring to heat
Equivalent to Miami's infamous three
But I never choke in the fourth
My vocal chords are getting hoarse from ripping this beat
So let me take a drink, son, Capri, capiche
It's going down, emergency
You're scenery changes when you listen to me, emerge 'n' see
Pshh, this just in, like I'm from N Sync
I'm running these tracks, Tar Heels, like I'm from N.C
I am so N Seen, or I mean so insane
Black Supras like I'm scene, but I'm Super Sayan
I'm feeling like I'm three Bruces mixed with Liu Kang
And a little Super Mane, Lee, Banner, and Wayne I'm just saying

[Hook]
You can't even afford a car note
I spit bars to buy clothes: barcode
B-b-b-b-barcode
I spit bars to buy clothes: barcode

[Verse 2]
You ain't in my league, so how in the world are you plotting and planning to stop me?
There's a giant gap in between you and I, kinda like Tyler's top teeth
Ohh, did I jump the gun like an uzi doing an ollie?
Am I acting like tough sh- like Muhammad Ali? Or a Nazi in a port-a-pottie?
When people see me, they probably star-struck
You amateurs need to get your bars up
Matter of fact, I went so sick on this track, I ended up covering it in sawdust
Man I'm done with this rap, pick your jaws up