Ain't no other, this is me and this is it   Don't got to get the crowbar to get you up off of my shit   I don't know why though, they try to compare me   Did not you know that you can't get near me   So don't fuck up when identifying the voice   You know from a to z, I'm a first choice   The y to the t, surrounded by the l and the e   Put it together and you got lyte the mc   Deep, deep, deeper than the vein   Of the membrane, squish it, put your ass to sleep   I got octaves, not to sing but to rap so   Give me dap, perhaps admit, that I'm all that   The shit that I write huh, surely chart climbers   Don't try to run, because your mom'll come and find ya   Getcha, gotcha, getcha gotcha getcha gotcha   Break ya break ya punk and fuck that ass in two's   It's like that anna, it's like that anna   I'm not the funny fat one they call roseanne-ah