So I’m not a chopper or a helicopter that is plane to see, I’m not spitting lyrics like a missile at a dangerous speed, I’m not making songs to contribute to all these brainless teens, like my name is akon though you can put the blame on me, I’m happy while I’m laughing at society’s lack of intelligence, look at me while I’m riding into the room on the back of an elephant, rap shouldn’t be delicate, I’m doing it for the hell of it, whether it’s relevant to a topic or some fabricated truths, like a d12 fan your fascinated with the proof, I’m agitated turning my back on a problem but I had to face it in the end, I’m on the fence, take offence in the message I preach, you’ll see there’s not many as aggressive as me, I’m at home in my bed while your repping the streets, pulling west side bitch why your a prejudice geez, I’m a predator see I’m at the top of the food chain, you should pray your not my prey I don’t play with my food, it’s nothing new I shouldn’t do what I’ve done, I get a buzz off of conflict I do it for fun, come at me with a knife while I’m facing away, just another back stabber to be placed in a grave, look, I’ve never really cared much for other artists, lost connections with those that go back to the day I started, four years ago on the calendar I went and marked it, the day I made every rapper with a mic and beat a target, I leave them in my scopes while my fingers on the trigger, then I zoom in like my name is Justin Ritter, leave the bullet in the chamber it’s not the season for it, if I ever shoot there’ll be a reason for it, my trigger finger and my middle fingers up at the world, the only time you bust a nut is when your fucking a squirrel, I put in extra like it’s chewing gum, I’d talk about work but your doing none, I’m through with people and the bullshit they speak, here’s my speech, don’t talk your shit then act the same in the streets, when we meet, I wanna hear exactly what you think of me, rewind a few bars I have reason to let that finger squeeze.