Raise your hands if you sick of this f#cking buffoonery
Rap n#gg#s is p#ss#
What they gonna do to me?
Wearing moissanite can’t even rob ’em for their jewelry
Acting like you trill
Will get you killed
Don’t screw with me
The last thing i wanna do
Is hurt you fam
But i ain’t cross it out
It’s still on the list my man
See i knock n#gg#s out
And make ’em piss they pants
But i’m humble i’m much greater than i’ll admit i am
Light travels faster
Than sound you see
That’s why people appear bright
Before you hear them speak
Don’t go to sleep angry
I stay up and plot revenge
Imagine what i do the enemies
Done shot my friends
But i don’t have enemies
My friends just detest me
But you better respect or
It’s gonna end up messy
Spill blood for this rap sh#t
I’m deep in the art
Break off your ring finga
That’s the vein, that lead to your heart
You better move hater!
I shoot guts out ya back by way of doom slayer
Cook your heart on a skillet for the true flavour
Burning cars on the cover of the newspaper
100mad march the streets like we crusaders
Got a pocket in my cheek that packs a huge razor
And i’ll take it to your face when you act rude player
Every time i hit your skull, i peal a new layer
Place your bet and get the money from the book maker
I do ’em dirty like trench foot
The 10-foot killer with a history of death like a brentwood villa
Ain’t a damn crew iller, pull the trigger
Brain matter on the bathroom mirror
You won’t slither in this grass
I’m from a cloth that don’t fit on your b#tch #ss, the beat give ’em whiplash
I used to rob kids for their tic tac’s
Now i stick up christmas dinners in a grinch mask
The pain is hard
This life i feel it tear my brain apart
That’s how i made these bars
I forged them deep down in my crazy heart
I embraced these scars and
Turn to dust just like a faded star
Life like racing cars and playing cards
So i stay alarmed
And i raised the bar
Raised the f#ckin level
Better play your part
Try to label me i rip the label off
The way i walk the way i talk
This sh#t is payin’ off
Cause real n#gg#s got my back
You soft like tater tot
These b#tches playin’ hard to get
But i don’t bust no sweat
I bust c#m and bust guns right in yo f#ckin neck
And any pig m#th*rf#ck*r try to disrespect
Is gettin’ checked
Is gettin’ stuffed full of crystal meth
I know its hardcore, but we don’t parlé
We rip your arms off
Talkin’ that sh#t i take ya tonsils
A monster is what i strive to be
Come and see me ride the seas, yeah
f#ck tha buffoonery
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