Congratulations, You Lose lyrics

[Intro: The Alchemist]
Yeah, yeah
Check me out
Let me see what I got here

[Verse 1: The Alchemist]
di*k in my duffle, got plenty style
Put this whole sh*t on my back and walk many miles
Play sudoku on your face with a razor and spill the ketchup out
The only way I know how to send a message out
Slingin foot in my Bally shoe and you stretched it out
Beloved, that's a bad fit
Chewin a matchstick, I’ll spike the punch and send you on a bad trip
That’s not a microdose, when it’s time for me to recite, I hold a microphone
Close to my throat right here, draped in a robe
Like Isaac Hayes when he was Black Moses
Flickin ashes, smokin opposition packages in a massive dosage
I floated here on a magic carpet
Say my name on a record makes you an automatic target
Now I gotta take out the garbage, just gettin started
Now it's time to make my impression felt
Gettin fat, need to add a notch on my Versace leather belt
Won’t give a f*ck, I let my nuts hang
Then fly low like a dust plane, bustdowns dangle out the Mustang
Use a shirt to wipe off the rust stain then continue busting
Speed in the foreign, Neosporin to make the cuts sting
[Interlude]
Hahaha
You’re already ugly, you’re already ugly
Ohh-ho-ha, son
Don’t get me started, you b*tch

[Verse 2: Oh No]
Yeah, the flood ain’t fair, ain’t no animals safe here
The archer park, you dead in the water, your archers stay there
That beast that you thought that was in you, I see it been dead
You can’t awake it, the cousin is sleep, the stone like a big head
Cruise through the ruins, the attitude is "f*ck what you doin"
I could mousetrap, I’m stupid tryin to get a shoe in
Cause there’s no vacancy for y'all to move in
Y’all know the motto, keep it movin over shoulder movement
Oleksandr Usyk so we slappin new sh*t
Goin past abuses, beat down the eardrums and no exclusives
Checkin for your acoustics
Sound like a rocket from the T-minus lift up
When the high comes down, I use your beard like a f*ckin Swiffer
Now you the made man, I let you clean the scene
Not a barber but I’ll give you them fades, nah'mean?
The mad doctor is the occupation
I pull the ribs out of the chest improper like a game of Operation
We made coaches out of samples from the surgery
Don’t make me deactivate all your circuitry
I don’t work for you n*gga, you work for me
[Outro]
Shut up, you ugly motherf*cker
Don’t get me started, b*tch
Cause I’m not going for your stomach, I’m going for your face
You better hope you don’t get [?]