16 Bars

When I rhyme, you come from dead to alive like a zombie

My music from the Muses fuses and crashes like a tsunami

I'll be sober when I take your chest out like pastrami

If you scared, if your hair is up, call your mommy

You ain't ready, you ain't steady, name's Freddy

You'll think of fire on an arm with a firearm, you ain't ready

I'm painted reddy, and I'm hot, like serengeti

I'm in my three-point you clearly see I'm very ready

People love to hate me like Cube and Eminem

Grind rappers to pork rinds, that's my stratagem

Critics and white police, I might be mad at them

The best rapper alive award? I'm glad to win

I'ma go after you rappers like Kendrick

I'm the best at what I do like Hendrix

You need to look for my skill like forensics

Your career is meant to be broken, like friendships