Trippin

I don't know who dared you to call me out like this,
I hope you feel prepared to receive a flurry of fists.
I hope you said your prayers while god was taking a piss.
Say goodbye to your mother, blow a kiss to the kids,
let's pop the lid and get this over with quick.
 
An amateur, how dare you provoke me.
I'm an O.G, you'll O.D if you even poke me.
How you figure you going to smoke me?
"Pop the lid and get this over with quick,"
Now I think I might just want to kill you slowly.
I see you as you are, scared and lonely,
after this forget you know me, you a phony.  
 
You only think your good, because I told you you were.
I'm your father, come to put you in the dirt.
Weighed and measured, you've got no worth.
Only fragile rhymes and empty words.
It's a pleasure for me, making you hurt
because I treasure pulling snakes from the earth.
The three judges may let you skirt when they
mistake you for a worm, your spirit's got
no girth, you empty.
 
You only regurgitate whatever you last ate.
It's not food just because you put it on a plate,
and mood ain't soul, let's get that straight.
Crawl back into your hole, before you burn up in the light,
I hope that you evolve, before you pick another fight.
For now don't get involved, with giants my height.
You don't come near it child, now do a favour to us all
and leave my sight, you trippin.