BY DANIL SEMENOV Man, it feels like these walls are closing in, this roof is caving In, Oop, its time to raise it then Your days are numbered like pages in my book Of rhymes got em cookem boy This crooked mind of mine got em all shook And scared to look in my eyes, I stole that fuckin clock, i took the time and i came up from Behind And pretty much snuck up and butt fucked this game up Better be careful when you bring my name up fuck this fame That aint what i came to claim, but the game aint gonna be The same On the day that i leave it I swear one way or another i'ma make these fuckin haters Believe it, I swear to god wont spear the rod, i'm a man of my word So your fuckin heads better nod I'm gonna fuck around in this bitch and roast everybody Sleep on me that pillow is where your head will lie, Permanently bitch it's beddy-bye, This world is my easter egg, yeah, prepare to die' My head is swoll My confidence is up This stage is my pedastal I'm unstoppable the "Incredible Hulk" Your trapped in my medicine ball I can run circles around you so fast your fuckin head will Spin dog, I'll split your cabbage and your lettuce and olives, i'll fuckin...