[Intro]
You should be happy if we get outta
this thing wit a ringtone clown


[Verse 1]
That was cool now let's get back to that block %#@!

Make it impossible for haters who
wanna pop %#@! (I got this)
I'm leanin back in the @@#!pit

I drop big bombs these !@$(s can't stop it (Hot %#@!)
I'm a profit for profit, once I decide to lock it
$#&@in' with me is toxic

Go prop on ^!$$%s love songs and rock %#@!
Show these mother$#&@ers how to spit they
ain't about %#@! (This is it)

I'm so ruthless and cunning when the drummer was drumming
Ya'll see I got your man running
LL the boss, like luke wit the force

My techniques ugly, dirty like rugby
Drop jewels like yoda my young students love me
All rappers are under not one of them above me

I rip %#@!, I blow the whole house down
On your big mouth clown
You don't wanna $#&@ around


[Chorus] Mic check
You are now Rocking wit the G.O.A.T.

Throw your hands in the air have a
sip take a toke (Hot %#@!)
You are now Rocking wit the G.O.A.T.

Go 'head do your two step wit your hand in your coat ^!$$%
You are now Rocking wit the G.O.A.T.
Throw your hands in the air try to wave

away the smoke (That %#@!)
You are now Rocking wit the G.O.A.T.
Go 'head do your two step while I let these ^!$$%s know


[Verse 2]
(You better back down)

Listen good with both ears
Keep your mouth shut, fall back like broke chairs
How can they forget a ^!$$% like me I'm so rare

You ^!$$%s had a pretty good run I don't care(So far)
So far ahead that I'm countin in light years
That mean lightning strikes longer than your career

I'm so arrogant mother$#&@ers you like that, yeah
In your Club making rukus no momma wanna
touch us (I'm a grown man)

Muff boys like Kobe at the Ruckers
Play Chris Tucker, Rush all you @@#!sukers
You way to lame, I showed you game

Just in case Ya'll forgot my name
I'm the G-O-A-T., much hottest lately
Ripping mother$#&@ers since

Cut-Creater tried to break beat
Farmers Blvd's is up in this (*##$
And I help Russell hustle you could go ask Rick


[Chorus]


[Verse 3]
The, the, the, the
(Monster) is back

They probably put a hit on me for murdering the track
They tried to %#@! on me they thought I wasn't coming back
They sealed the jar 'n then they threw me in the back

Career means circles I came (back like) crrraaaackkkk
I floated to the top, fully loaded on @@#!
'Cause the way ya mother$#&@ers his hot

oven this hot he don't stop
These ^!$$%s wanna sell you the hype but don't cop
I'll give you the pure shot, I'm the L

Mother$#&@in' L forever
What they sayin' on the internet I rip whoever
For the last 10 years I so I loved 'em better

But I'm back you ^!$$%s get your %#@! together ^!$$% I (Play hard)
I goes in for real
The odds 'r always wit me win I spin the wheel
And you could've rocked wit me but your not real
So when I polish off the plaque I'll

let you know how it feels

[Chorus]