Okay, how do I say this? Last year, didn't work out so well for me. 2018, well, yeah. Yeah, I'm a f***ing kamikaze crashing into everything. You beat me, Islamic Nazi, that means there is no such thing. I've been going for your jugular since Craig G. Duck alert. Wedgie in my underwear, the whole bed sheet in the comforter. Stuck up in my orthocrat, kiss my disrespectful out. I ride through your cul-de-sac, window crack bump in your reference tracks. You collaborative effort rap, I have never said his raps. Overstayed my welcome, stepped in *** and ruined your welcome mat. So spit that s*** from the heart, you didn't write like you wrote it. While Ivy's bagged a microphone cause I go nuts on it. Like a fighter jet lined with explosives that'll strike any moment. Headed right at opponents and I'm the f***ing pilot that Floney. I'm about to smash into everyone, crash into everything. Back and I've just begun, back 2017. Back, back on everyone, back, back on everyone. I'm a, I'm a, I'm a classic, gonna smash into everyone. Crash, like an F-15, damn it's already done. Y'all should've let me be. Back, back on everyone, back, back on everyone. I'm a, I'm a, I'm a classic, gonna. I turned to rap cause it made me feel tough when I wasn't. From the moment I heard rappers cussing, I wasn't. Which is why I identified with the guy who I was. Invented by Drace Frankenstein, energized like a 9-volt. Ice cold like snake eyes, twice in a row on a dice roll. But if the only reason I blowed is cause I'm white though. Why don't every other white rapper sell what I sold? Kamikaze pilot, I wrote my suicide note. Here come the guys in white coats trying to stop me. Before I jump behind the controls and try to fly in the phones. Cause I'm taking y'all with me when I go cyclone. I don't think this typhoon's letting up anytime soon. Here I go, eyes closed, blindfolded. I'm about to smash into everyone, crash into everything. Back and I've just begun, back 2017. Back, back on everyone. Back, back on everyone. Back, back on everyone. Kamikaze, gonna smash. Into everyone, crash like an F-15. Damage already done, y'all should've let me be. Back, back on everyone. Back, back on everyone. Back, back on everyone. Kamikaze, gonna smash. Kamikaze, kamikaze, kamikaze, kamikaze, kamikaze, kamikaze, kamikaze. Look at what I've done. I heard you freestyle on Shade 45, that *** was embarrassing. There is no way we ever hear that *** again. I guarantee that rate, that *** was so ass. It's something we wouldn't dare re-air. It's embarrassing, it's me rapping. Terror repair, in my therapy chair. My isk is the hair length of Cher. It's not as the chair width of an acorn's tail. If you're wearing me lyrically, I'm terrible. Better get your lyrics prepared. Richard Ramirez is here. Serial killing every beat there is. Wait, wait. Got the areas filling. Something evil is lurking. I'm no conspiracy theorist, but something here is afoot. Oh yeah, it's my day. Get that measuring stick. What? 12 inches of wood. Wait. But I've been going for your jugular since Craig G. Duck alert. And I've come to pay respects, cause if you sleep, you're full. Other words, you get laid to rest. And I hope your butt is hurt. Put me on the track. I go cray on it like a color book. You got some views. But you're still below me, mine are higher. So when you compare our views, you get overlooked. And I don't say the hook unless I wrote the hook. And now I'm just freestyling in the vocal booth. And you know I've always spoke the truth. You're lying through your teeth so much you broke a tooth. And it ain't something I need a phone to do. When I say I can't wait till I get a hold of you. And I don't know what I'm supposed to do. Light up the rappers. Take my pic like a photo shoot.