BACK AND FORTH

Bin Laden with a pen, bodyin' again I begin slaughterin' your men, prolly shoulda been Ali or the Svengali embodiment of sin Like a Saudi in the Taliban plottin' an event In the lobby of the Intercontinental with an obvious intent And I would not even relent up on a little Like Osama with a bomb under the bin and down the middle Of the Pentagon and hit a kindergärtner with a rental (Stop!) Back and forth, back and forth Like Jack Kevorkian's ass to court "Rap mature! Why can't you be like Macklemore?" (Huh?) "Why you always gotta smack a whore?" (Huh?) It's likely the psychiatric ward's a last resort (Huh?) Something's gotta give, that's for sure Yet you keep comin' back for more Not as raw as I was, "'Walk on Water' sucks" Bitch, suck my dick! Y'all saw the tracklist and had a fit 'Fore you heard it, so you formed your verdict While you sat with your arms crossed Did your little reaction videos and talked over songs (Chill!) Nah dog, y'all sayin' I lost it? Your fuckin' marbles are gone (Wait, Em!) But nowadays every flow, every cadence sound the same (Skrrt) Brain's a powder keg, I draw inspiration outta hate Real pain in the paper, I don't trace But if I look strange and outta place It's 'cause I'm an alien, that's why I write 'til the page is outta space (Duh!) From 7 Mile in Novara To "How can I be down?", all of us tryna pile in the car (Yeah!) We shot for the stars (Yeah!) 'Cause we only got so much time in this world (Yeah!) So rewind it to your high school dance to the night before If you think you're promised tomorrow (Yeah!) Now I'm 'bout to fool again This tune is sick, it's luminous, the moon is lit A freakin' lunatic, a human computer chip And I'm soon to stick a broom in the uterus of your Hooters chick If I was you, I wouldn't do nothin' stupid due to the mood I'm in I'm losin' it, you get chewed like a Junior Mint Show me who to rip, it's time for you to get screwed Empty the lubricant and put super glue in it (Woo!) How many fuckin' rappers did I go through? Dispel doubt, but you won't admit I smoked And you was spellbound, hellbound in my snowsuit But am I s'posed to sound like everything else out? 'Cause I don't get compared to it, only myself now Well, I can see the fair-weather fans and sales down But the only way I care is if I let myself down But what the fuck have I woke to? Time to eat the vocals and shit out Pro Tools I know you still want me to ill out, don't you? Hopin' the old Slim's gonna spill out, open Fire on your whole camp with this spit, I roast you So chill out, no, you Hoes couldn't roast me with the shit I wrote you Then I took a stand, went at Tan-Face and practically cut my motherfuckin' fan base in half and still outsold you You just called my shit trash? Thank God, I rap better when the odds are stacked "Revival's wack, I don't like the 'Zombie' track And when he's talkin' that garbage psychotic crap Where's your content at? What's with all the conscious rap? P!nk, Beyoncé this and Kehlani that" (Yeah!) I just add it to the fuel in my rocket pack 'Til I'm ready to respond, then I'ma launch it at 'em