[Verse 1]
I'm hot shit like I crap in the desert, this here Matt's spitting better than you whack prissy "veterans," listen
Fact is my rhetoric attacks like a venom from an adder and gets up in you gasping for medicine, hit it
Bitch I ride these beats like I made them stirrups
Never better with my left when I shake it never stir up
Guess I'm all righty then like I'm Ace Ventura
Carrey's energy is getting me oh way too turnt up
I'll meander through your camp with a band of evil vandals
Screaming "Dammit!" while we manage to dismantle what you've branded
Well light a steaming candle, go bananas as we're jamming
Then band together and take a stand declaring our demands...bruh.
I'm hollering that hootinany nonsense
I bet I'll never blow up I aint nothing but a bomb threat, honest
...But ballers better take precautions regardless
These bars that Im barking're way too hard for no progress

[Chorus]
They I'm a waste of entertainment
Play this every day but never getting any payment
Never been collecting any checks so what I say is
Lemme vent on every record and I bet I'll be okay, kids
Cuz I'm cool, listen I'm cool
Listen this is just a bad habit getting Matt into trouble
Im cool, listen I'm cool
Listen this is just a bad habit like I'm cracking my knuckles

[Verse 2]
I plan to spread jams, potential fans are a sandwich
Your man can be candidly frantic, outlandish
Cranking the amperage, I can't give a damn if I damage
Your managers cans cuz I'm flammable, God dammit
I tried to quit but couldn't though, hooks were like "you shouldn't go"
Putting out the sweetest flow like cooking up the cookie dough
Look at me, I shoulda blown, "What the fucks they looking fo'?"
Fecals from the hood who moan like woofing through a boogered nose
I'm so quirky, my verses are dope, surely
I'm known to these folks who heard me as vocally coke, cursing
A dose spurt from my throat, they're thirsty for quotes wordy
I'm furnishing flows first in a furnace of foes burning
I've been to hell and back, so before I sell a track
I'd better bellow, blasting and belt myself in rap
This fellows mellow actions developed hella tactics
To tell embellished acts that I'm shelling out attacks, I'm Matt

[Verse 3]
I'm thinking I'm autistic often, aw shit
This is awful all that this can offer is all men
All women and all kids scoffing, talking
While I'm calm, sitting docile, all ready for liftoff
I'm the loudest guest on Southwest
Around 11 thousand decibels shouted to ground friends
Sound gets around their towns as the clouds bend
Allowing me to shower 'em down with profound scripts