Second Place

Nickel, tell 'em what it is

(This is a world premiere)

[Verse 1]

Look, I'm in a zone for reala

In a freezer with Medusa, I'm fucking a stone-cold killer

You bitch-mobbing, I'm insiding, I tell your kids this

Daddy's been doing more dick riding than Kari Wigton

I'm very venomous, you very innocent and

I will send a monster to your house, call him Harry Henderson

Oh my God, I was just in jail, then the

Devil caught pneumonia, and it made me sick as hell

You niggas counting me out can get the riches still

You're in the Matrix, shoulda picked a different pill

You about to see how far that Paul Rosenberg will go

The height of my game is like DeMar DeRozan vertical

No one understands me, only one sicker than me is Em

I'm the new 'D' MC, it runs in the family

[Interlude]

Why that nigga gotta bring Em name up all the time?

You wouldn't even be rich without that nigga! Shut up faggot!

[Hook]

I come to embarrass y'all rappers

I should run a marathon backwards

So I could see what second place look like

(Too many sick niggas, Nickel bring the remedy)

I come to embarrass y'all rappers

I should run a marathon backwards

So I could see what second place look like

(You not ready for the raw deal, it's all real, kiss the ring, be gone)

[Verse 2]

I'm the magnificent with the sensational style

My wedding with the streets got the cake with no vows

I'm arrogant as fuck, who cares? You suck

Rappers talking about "We the best" have been to Paris too much

Who hot? I'm sick, shit, I'm like a Thera-Flu slush

I'll fly slow with the parachute up-up

I'm a face-slapper, niggas sleeping on an outfit

Call us Taylor Gang 'cept we Wake n Bake rappers

Slaughter yellow is responsible for haters' actions

Y'all on Gilligan's Island, find a greater Captain

Ha-ha, victory laugh

Even my photographer's happy, picture me mad

I feel well, bitch suck my dick I nutted on the floor

And let her stand there crying over spilled milk

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

My swing's like chains on a playground

I bust fly plus I'm about to put some wings on a Greyhound

My theory is you lie and drink beer

I ain't hearing you so you must be from Liberia

I wave by like Hitler, 100-round Thumper

Bulletproof what? You gonna need an underground bunker

I aim where you should go I put my whole life

On the net, even my weapons, I am Bazooka Joe

We the shit, nigga eat a dick

We'll make em eat his words, we the stones, he the sticks

I'm going yelling Shady everywhere

Smacking these bitches with they lipstick and the baby with the Teddy Bear

To you and your man: ain't gonna be no Taladega Night

I come to question y'all and y'all don't know what to do with your hands

Nickle-Preme, killing team

Have a different dealer every day like a fickle fiend