Buckets of Fried Foul

Shake the dust off my Adidas
Sonning you, buddy loves me
Feed us in a wifebeater
Thrice as arrogant as Regina
All I need is a mic and a receiver
For you to play follow-the-leader
Back on my bullets to go, with bullets to go
What do you know, you full of hope
You should've been dope, but nope!
Your [?] get booed at, got me lookin' for the trash emoji
And I don't even do that
Respect the veteran, no medicine
You only believe in science, it's probably why you never win
It's evident, angel of dope, my wings dusty
So you can't touch the [?] rocking a tuxedo
Holding a [?] swinging at mosquitoes
That last bar was for Fox and Sloan
Find me in a danger room slap boxin' drones
Throwin' appliances at robots and clones (Say that [?] say that)
The rock ain't a stepping stone
You rappers soundin' like you're trapping with Tourette's syndrome
You showed up with some pride you should've left at home
The power I possess is not from the flesh [?]
In my bag like a secret pocket
These fireworks is a legal rocket
Throw your style out and watch me top it, pause
And it's-