At the peak of my game
Sneak in and seek out my claim
Speak out, I leak out my brain
I slay the meekest weakest geeks
Say I'm the fricki-di-wicki man
Hey, ya, that's my name
Gain the wickedest picket fence
Post hence when I ascend
Safely up in rap heaven,
I'm stepping, ebbin' sensational flow
They go "Woah! Butter my toast"
I'm through livin', life got me livid
I spit the riveting pivoting rhymes
Yup, my time's up, goodbye
Lil' Sneezy about to get shot
But it's okay
I'm at peace with the universe
And I'm ready for rap heaven
Wait, did I leave my oven on
Eh, probably doesn't matter at this point
I'm gorgeous, it's a shame that I gotta die
These best calves the game, make ya lady cry
This the best record of the year, noone can deny
Record of the year, right here, say it one more time
Best record of the year
Feel it soak into your ears
I remember I wanted to be the best
I was everything I thought I should be
Rap perfection
And yet, something wasn't working
So I tried to evolve, to branch out
But I ran out of money
So I took the only choice I had left
And at the peak of my game, I was shot