You’re tuning into the Teen Wolf
Blow his top off
They tell me to act humble, but I’m just level headed
Everybody wants to cause trouble til all they see is the metal headed
Lately, I’ve been devoured by ill emotion and intention
Bestfriends flipping packs like Tetris with no excess all behind the tension
I can smell the blood and the animosity in your bloodstream
I’m Giving Hell but, it’s all love to everybody who even bumps me
I’m causing dryspells to rappers who got drip trying to come out n touch me
If you want smoke, I got the nictotine that’ll turn your lungs into lunchmeat
Hit the curb, tire screech, then I jumped out the front seat
I hate rappers, everyone is none but a couple bums to me
I came from the muddy murky depths and grime from between the kitchen sink
The game’s got a blueprint, and Notdead’s been the missing link
I can’t waste time, since every second is a gift
I’m living in the present and my presence is a gift
Shout out Yeezy, like his twin, I’m a legend, I’m a myth
Walk up to the mirror and you’re gonna see my mist
Lyrically, I’m sick like the West Nile is
In the game they wanna know who’s The best or the Vilest
I’ve been in the game for way too long, you can check my mileage
For the right prices, I could get a couple bodies pilin’
I don’t give a damn, respect my mind, get striked with hands
Don’t Gas him up, he’s dyin, he’s better off in striped pajams
Turning up the Yeahz, that’s my sh#t, yeah that’s my jam
You think you’re it, you’re sweet and soft maybe like my jam
But you never touch the bread or put anything on the table
I’m in my bag, i stretch my hand in it, And you all move like a fable
Fake, rappers stretch the truth like science fiction on the TV
I make it look easy, you in the booth queasy, I record and repeat uh
I record and repeat
I record and repeat
I just hit a threepeat
And you actor masters still moving on the same beat
I’m only out here for the pay and because the game needed saving
I can’t waste time, since every second is a gift
I’m living in the present and my presence is a gift
Shout out Yeezy, like his twin, I’m a legend, I’m a myth
Walk up to the mirror and you’re gonna see my mist
Lyrically, I’m sick like the West Nile is
In the game they wanna know who’s The best or the Vilest
I’ve been in the game for way too long, you can check my mileage
For the right prices, I could get a couple bodies pilin’
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