[Verse: Andrew Holland]
Started with a mic and dream
I persevered to fight so mean
Clearly dope, my lines so clean
Pass bad MCs biting schemes
It’s funny how they get under my skin and shake my confidence
I’ve worked a year to prove them wrong, I’ve got verbal accomplishments
I spit honest sh*t, they just focus on their foreplay
Robbing, mobbing, packing heat, claim to let their fours spray
They hide behind a mask, their personas couldn’t be more fake
Not me, I’ve had rhyming on my mind since the fourth grade
Don’t fire arms: I’m cooling with just spraying these verbal bullets
Tell my life how I see it: this is my turn up on the pulpit
Even though it seems I’m Little Mac taking on the Sandman
I plan to let the world know who I am, man
I’m a guy with a sort of demented mind
Writing down lines with a pen so fine
Step up to me? Better step in line
Aim to be close to perfection. Why?
‘Cause when I put my mind to something, I give it 110 percent
Dutchman and the Jersey Devil: sorry, we ain’t heaven-sent
[Hook: Ashtin Larold]
I’m the Jersey Devil, I’m the Jersey Devil
These other motherf*ckers just ain’t on my level
I’m the Jersey Devil, I’m the Jersey Devil
On the highway to Hell, press the f*cking pedal
I’m the Jersey Devil, I’m the Jersey Devil
These other motherf*ckers just ain’t on my level
I’m the Jersey Devil, I’m the Jersey Devil
On the highway to Hell, press the f*cking pedal