So dope it don't fly with the authorities
They don't like it like its pride inside minorities
You'd think I took my vibes right out of a horror scene
I encourage all to write
Right now my rival's boring me
We could measure the score
between your featherweight sword
and ancient sorcery
Oh you poor thangs
but I don't need to wage a war
to see the page you tore is forgery
You plain performing horribly
Giant laying dormantly
who ordered the beef
You woke me in the morning
its a quarter to three
I'm cornering the mortal
You on a course for defeat
I've mortified courts of law since I was fourteen
The beats fat
Obese
Morbidly
I run the track accordingly
This is what I'm born to be
Ya'll are nothing like what my girl just wore to sleep
Beauty at its purest
Great view of the coral reef
More than meets the eye
I'm a transformer
Lord just a piece of the pie
is all I ask for
They jerkin me in every direction
Its very unpleasant
didn't get their hands warm
or wear any protection
Fans swarm
after db show em what it stands for
Mighty like the hulk, Iron man and Thor
I ain't stoppin til I bought the whole damn store
They'll be mopping up your jaw off the damn floor
Only threw one punch but I land four
You ain't any kind of sick this motherfucker can't cure
I'm a champ
you're a tantrum and a slammed door
Snatching up some ransom
I'll be counting till my hands sore
Joey Deadbeat
Rapper with a Jansport
tamper with your brain like what the famous man snorts
I'm a lot of weight to transport
I will not obey your damn orders
I told them to stay away or theres
More than consequences to pay forward
it could be your name or your life shortened
When I play the game my mic jordan

Misfortune
Misfortune
Misfortune
Misfortune
Misfortune
Misfortune
Misfortune
(what what happened)

Second verse
What can I say at the start
Now you gotta curse
so they pay attention to art
Fuck you all
At the end of a show
they all call for their mama like they afraid of the dark
Theres none realer
a done dealer
ya'll stories made up
I see the concealer
No brakes on an eighteen wheeler
drove straight through the label
you prayed would hear ya
Bust down doors like nobody can fuck with us
in every bar we fight AND each words an uppercut
Deep shit
A face that only mothers love
Any time i touch the mic
I leave the room thunderstruck
I make the runner up
want a hug
Hundred bucks
says right now that fucker's
looking for his cuddle bug
Its not really something to mutter but
I know that all these women just wanna

(woo)

Subtle huh?
I'm a special type of troublesome
Number one foam fingers rise when I huddle up
Yeah you taking over, right where the gutter was
I make em wonder what the fuck is harder than this song that I'm bumping
(no tell me)
You make em wonder who the fuck just farted when your song comes in
(what am I smelling?)

Misfortune
Misfortune
Misfortune
Misfortune
Misfortune
Misfortune
Misfortune
(what what happened)