Bourdain

At the end of the day, I'm better than great

And I don't really give a fuck how my competitors rate

Dropped five classics on 'em, you could never relate

By the end of the year, probably be seven or eight

I'm so far ahead I could brake for the rest of the race

Take my foot off the mothafuckin' pedal and skate

They don't make instruments that can measure my pace

We ain't the same, the difference is I could never be fake

But the love is fake, so I treasure the hate

It's my pleasure to take the head off a venomous snake

I create masterpieces that get better with age

I'll craft a thesis that makes an intelligent case