Burning down the game like an Arcade Fire
You are not a Rapper, just a well-paid liar
Call you Frodo Baggins, never shoulda left the Shire
Lame yet popular: Stephanie Myers
Niggas fear my name, afraid of the darkness
Taking off hard like a slutty chick’s prom dress
Rap talent Harnessed, all of this is new to me
Taking shit over, call me MC Mutiny
I’m hip-hop’s new commander, sorry ho’s; got standards
My dick is big enough don’t need to back hand ya
All these rappers worried ’bout how to make they next hit
The thing I worry ’bout is what to watch on Netflix
Hatin’ on a nigga when you know that I’m not half bad
My lyrics are advanced, I’m the iPad
Guess nerdy black kids who can rap are the hot fad
School you hard like a high school dad

Talk shit to my face, stay polite like “Domo”
Surrounded by my lady-friends, no homo
Am I rapping too fast, play it back on slow-mo
Ladies love me in their mouth, cuz I’m hot coco
Come at me tough? Think I’m not a hard dude?
Pull out your switch blade, destroy you with my harpoon
I talk about our rapping; I’ll own you on the stage
My lyrics leave you spellbound: Level 60 mage
Hardcore like parkour, you haters like cardboard
I’m hungry for success, I’ll eat you all like charred pork
Yes, I’m sure that I’m black, no ster-EO-type
White soul, black skin, call it Oreo Hype
Being awesome is my buisness, like Amaze Inc
If you didn’t hear before, yo, this is Nick Frink
If we really must vye, then I’m Tethe’alla
Best King since Simba, now where’s my Nala?