[Intro]
Take that, take that, take that, Gary Barlow

[Verse 1]
First off, to all the haters that's scrambling
For some ammunition for the slandering
You're all Anne Boleyn's, you can't son the king (x2)
That's me, got an ace up my sleeve
The Red Baron
Caught red handed with ice on your wings
I'll get at ya
A natural disaster just waiting to have happen
Boom boom shake the room
Now drop, everybody bow down, awaiting you
Now drop, they prostrated because you slated to
Arrive
Do it in style, late, make a statement too
Who knew this dude had so many moves?
No matter what I choose there ain't no way I can lose
(No matter what I choose there ain't no way I can …)
For real, F. Scott Fitzgerald, I'm a great writer
Influential like the Fifty Shades of Grey writer
I'm winning and I ain't gotta be timid about it
Timmmyyhh!! I got tourettes always ready to shout it
Out
I'm the best (x2)
Anyone who steps gon' get put to the test
And fail
Feel these raps like you are reading them in braille
Know that's cliche like old Christmas carols
Or had a whale of a time
I guess that line was more of an idiom than a cliche
Whatever, same difference

[Hook]
And it don't stop

[Verse 2]
I'm on top of it
And you on the opposite
End of the spectrum
The rectum to my oesophagus
The Danny Baldwin to my Alec
Because you lacking in talent
Headed back to the doldrums whenever you open your gullet
Man of the moment, know it's a tough pill to swallow
Par for the course, don't make a meal of it, conceal it in your cargo
Baggage, I know you have it
You always packing a sad
An established fact, no combatting
Inadequate hand to hand
In a manner of speaking you seeking a beating
And I'm happy to meet the demand
Don't be believing we even, no reason for you
To have that thought all up in your head

[Hook]
I'm superior