From the second part of Final Boss my fans are still in shock
so all you fake-ass YouTube rappers keep your eyes upon the clock!
You better sign up for a track team while you’re running out of time,
because my rhymes are like Transformers and Ninja Turtles COMBINED.
Reach for a star, get burnt, bitch, you’re just one of many
whose reach exceeded their grasp and now they’re fuckin’ buried!
I’m knocking cats out left and right like it’s Tom and Jerry!
We might as well call this map “Summoner’s Cemetery”!
I’m Scooby Doo in the top lane, you don’t got a clue!
I’m in the jungle, but when I gank I come out the blue!
Your ass just sitting there like furniture so take a seat!
I’ll drop this beat on your head like it was concrete!
You bastards! You cowards! You liars! You broads!
You two-faced backstabbing, dick-sucking frauds!
I hope one day that that Korean bitch will burn in hell!
These hoes is passing STDs like it’s NFL!
That penta-kill was an appetizer, now what’s for dinner?
Your match history reminding me of ducks in winter!
I’m taking two-bit players unto another level!
You know, the one where it’s hot and you can meet the DEVIL!
Scientists claim my rapping’s the cause of global warming,
cause all these flaming hot bars that I am always forging!
You guys are drinking Dr. Pepper, I’m drinking Mountain Dew!
My name is Jason Gastrow, WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?
Soil yourself, your skills are dirt, but I am grass!
Relate myself to a donkey cause I’m a badass!
To even comprehend my score you need a calculator!
I’m who they cast if Stanley Kubrick made “The Terminator”!
Ask ’em why they freeze my lane, they said I’m too cold!
So many minors on this game, I’m rolling in the gold!
The pyramids are just a cover for my ancient tomb!
My safe deposit box located on the fucking MOON!
Every other day there’s fans that say I’m getting crappy!
How the fuck am I supposed to keep a million people happy?
I’m like driving in New York after dark,
cause I ain’t going nowhere, so call me Rosa Parks!
I pulled your top lane’s fuckin’ card and scored an ace!
Told him it read “get good” and mailed it to his base!
Take some… uh… chicken,
put cheese on there add some lettuce,
and then you just roll that up in a tortilla.
THAT’S A WRAP!
Wake me up when you can face me, I’mma take a nap
to escape the reality of your shitty team,
as I arise from my sleep to live “The American Dream”!