Fall — Verse 3

Just remember, I was here before you

And I'll be here after you make your run-in for you

Detractors, I'ma have to fuck Pitchfork with a corkscrew (Ah)

Just what the doctor ordered, revenge is the best medicine (Yeah)

Increase the dose, from least to most, and then tell the Grammys to go and fuck themselves

They suck the blood from all the biggest artists like some leeches

Then give Album of the Year to somebody that no one's ever even heard of

All I know is I wrote every single word of everything I ever murdered

When rap needed it most, I was that wing and a prayer (Huh)

A beacon of hope, put a B-I-R-D in the air

Somewhere some kid is bumpin' this while he lip-syncs in the mirror

That's who I'm doin' it for, the rest, I don't really even care

But you would think I'm carryin' a Oxford dictionary in my pocket

How I'm buryin' these artists on a scale of "turnt", you're "minus"

Mine says "very", yours says "hardly", and what's scary is you prob'ly

Can compare me to your car 'cause I'm just barely gettin' started (Woo)

Or I'll show you an Elvis clone, walk up in this house you own

I belong here, clown, don't tell me 'bout the culture

I inspired the Hopsins, the Logics, the Coles, the

Seans, the K-Dots, the 5'9"s, and oh

Brought the world 50 Cent, you did squat, piss and moan

But I'm not gonna fall, bitch (Yeah)