[VERSE 1]
I'm a fuckin robot man, you is just a creep,
If you fuckin wit my cats then I'll put your dogs to sleep.
Raise my middle finger to you punk ass bitches,
Y'all belong in Burger King, scrubbin off dishes.
Guys like me you know we love to brawl,
We wanna get the blood pumpin, gotta get raw.
See that's what you get with dudes my height,
You know we're always there to start a motherfuckin fight.
Don't think I won't scramble your ass like an egg,
These dudes I gotta kill my list is bigger than Craig's.
I ain't no lil engine I know I fuckin can,
Make haters split like shit thru a ceiling fan.
You ever smelled street pizza, cause I will deliver,
The blood'll flow like a river it'll make ya skin quiver.
I Got the rap game scared, haters on they toes,
What's his next move they ask, noone knows.

[CHORUS]
My name is Big Berd, I am a G,
You chicken shit punks don't wanna be fuckin wit me
My name is Big Berd, I'm your fuckin guy,
When you wake up in the mornin and somebody got to die

[VERSE 2]
My style stings you like a eyeful of mace,
Make ya blood run cold like you in outer space,
And if y'ain't heard, lemme make this clear,
Don't cross that line bro, don't even come near.
I don't need my gats to throw you out with the trash,
I don't take my guns to town just like that dude Johnny Cash,
Yea, or James Dean, wit the status of John Lennon,
Gimmie that Green Light I got that like John Legend.
So ill it make you sick my flow's an infection,
Cut ya stomach open just like a C section
When you in the O.R. like a lion I pounce you,
Doctor's got a German accent but he'll still pronounce you.
These punks talkin down, chumps talkin smack,
Cause I'm on top of my game, I'm the leader of the pack,
Look, I speak soft but I carry a big stick,
You just a thorn in my side you ain't nothin but a big prick,

[CHORUS]

[VERSE 3]
I got that #1 spot, this is why I'm hot,
Haters hatin me cause I have what they don't got
I'm in your soundwaves I pollute the air you breathe,
We bout to get this bitch crankin to a hundred degrees,
Stand up all you hustlas put yo hands in the sky,
Cause his is what it looks like when you finally fly
Y'all shit ya diapers like you in the old folk's home,
not me though I'm hot that's right I'm in my zone,
Like a transformer Auto Bot I go into Beast Mode,
You can't solve me I'm livin the Da Vinchi Code,
You can't solve me I'm built like a Rubick's cube,
You can't beat me unless you bring your whole fuckin crew,
See I ain't a hater, I just hate fakers,
Leave the heavy lifting up to the real movers and shakers
You know I'm the realest right I ain't no phony,
Wassup Authentic you know I got ya homie.

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