[Intro]
Another remix, look it I took the time to fill up my book of rhymes
These lines hit you like a fucking right hook in your side
Other words a punch line just shook your mind
Not a pawn, not rook, I'm a King, I'm a God playing chess, not checkers
Word to Nicki Minaj cause I'm using the Queen to abuse you, checkmate, boo-hoo
Luke's 'bout to eat

[Verse]
Yeah, wanted me to remix and ride the beat like a BMX
Killin' shit is a reflex so I just leave it dead like Jeffery Epstein, squeezing the neck
Fear in your eyes I become
Not beat then I hope I'm the demon that appears in your bed when you sleep
I'm breathing down you neck, bout to feast on human flesh, I need to eat some
Yum, pick a form of wicked torture
I will rip your organs out your belly like a kid aborted, ligaments disjointed
Prolly end up dead and stiff as rigor mortis
Harder than a diamond, so much fucking ice
An immigrant's deported, not a metaphor, just metamorphosis
I'm turnin' into frickin' Rick and Morty as I sip a 40
You see I thought it was evident that I'm never puttin'
Even if the devil kept me outta heaven, I'ma still gon' get up
And if they gon' have to let me in, a rappin' God
I never been a fan of any men who was tellin' me what I can and what I could'nt be
I put in like these hundred extra work that I should'a when I just couldn't sleep
I just got up every night and put the mic into the coffin
It's a slaughter, every bloody beat
No, can't nobody fuck with me, I guess I gotta teach 'em that I'm utterly better than you and shreddin' it
Ohh, ain't never gon' lose when I'm revvin' it
Underrevvin' it, motherfuckers was there
But then again I had to resurrect
I comin' to get revenge, I'm bout to end
You better go protect your head and neck
Cause even if I never get my respect
A middle finger, fuck, I'ma figure that I'd be bigger than you kiddies and amateurs
Dammit I be rappin' better than you city 'til I'm kicking the bucket
Never needed your pity, bitches go suck it
I guess I gotta go talk to 'em
Lot a people used to tell me it was way too hard
To go spit these bars, I'd never be shit in this game
I almost let my hopes get ruined, fuck that, I can rap sick
Know the big excuses then I went and bought a mic just to make some music
Now few years later even haters admit it
Now my flow so raw that I'm no longer human
Superman in the booth
When I rap, I'm the truth
When I attacking the tracks like a bat, that's a woo-haah
Motherfuckin' Luke Gawne
They used to discount my skill like a coupon
They used to sleep on my music like futons
Yeah, but I grew strong
Patiently waiting to move on you and murder you with the music
I remixed a few of the new drops
Something left for me to prove bitch I'm too hot