Yeah, let’s go
Yeah, uhh
I’m a pretty cool dude but got some screws lose
Murder beats then I blow the evidence on YouTube
Who knew I got this ill villain killer flow
b#tch I make a music clip a snuff video
Yeah the body stack, going off a cocky raps
It’s just hard to look confident in a body bag
Style switch
16 smoke it’s a lot of gas
It’s like I’m Freddy with the machete and hockey mask
Yeah I’m quite raw, fight me and it’s lights off
Have you running in the background
Like Skype calls
I’m hype but these other rappеrs not tight y’all
I watch every clipboard like what you writе on
Catharsis sh#t you are a b#tch
Like what karma is
Battle of the wits but ain’t armed with no armaments
It’ll cost you an arm and a leg to spar again
Parlor tricks
Pulling rabbits out of the cardigan
I’m all ears, no comparison we are not near
Y’all broke and I’m out for the bucks, like what stops here
Y’all cant see me do not peer we are not peers
Magician’s assistance y’all are b#tches I saw clear
At your throat turtleneck I’m a verbal threat
Feeling hot, get your temperature checked like a thermostat
And if any nerds perturb I’m a murk them next
Merciless, feel nothing like you’re ingesting percocet
It’s cold cases when i rap
You won’t make it to old age, get slayed in an attack
Whole blade into your back
Don’t cocaine flow propane lit with a match
Cobain out with a bang
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