I walk into a room, boom!

With my five moves of doom

I reference Cena so much I'm sure you assume

That I've got a man crush

But I swear it's just random, not fandom

Ignore the life-like mannequin

You can't see it, I didn’t seat it

Next to me in my Kia

Drive somewhere scenic

To watch a sunset in Phoenix

Share a box of Kleenex

Then leave it in the middle of a bee’s nest

I mean ahhh...

You can’t see me weekly on your tube

I don’t have a show

So don’t treat me like I do

Adjust your attitude, I’ve got nothing to prove

Fist bump to the noobs

Pump up my tennis shoes

Your time is up, my time is now

And 109 minutes was wasted on 12 rounds

I can’t get the back, I should know wrong from right

Writing songs for Christ since John was a Prototype

Chorus

Im a smart mark, I'm a smarky smark


Mega Ran:

Straight Edge Society, Stay in sobriety
Except when I’m flying then they can’t get high as me
Bound to go down in notoriety undeniably
As a guy that’s won every rivalry
Xs on my hand don’t mean that I’m underage
I’m more than a fan I’ve always been unafraid
Got the t-shirt, the snap back and wrist bands
I’m yelling his Shoot name, he Can hear my chants from the stands
Mickey Gall can get these paws, please
I’m 6 feet tall, this kids too small
Got An anaconda vise on the mic whenever I flow
A capo im like Jordan in chicago
Im in the front row making fans uncomfortable
If I cant get in the ring at least I can disrupt the show
Drop a pipe bomb when I write Rhymes,
Know it’s pre scripted - I’m the one to keep your eyes on..



I know what you about to do before you do it ( say what)

I telegraph your every movement now you just foolish

Time to get into it
Move it to the music,

The smarks in here
The smarks in here