Still Wicked

Spit flames, I’m Charizard wit it

I wanna, new whip with an R R in it

Your style’s like, Kaiser Soze your bars gone wit it

my style’s like, Ronda put you in an arm bar wit it

I came back to attack like this kid done did it

aim to cap at that rat like a snitch went missing

I’m a captain in fact I get salutes from lieutenants

the new menace like bruised tendons I move different

to who listens, I haven’t dropped shit in about five years

and still I, do it better than all my peers

If you’ve been, wondering why I’m still here

I’ve been huh, spitting since the fucking high chair

shoot my shot but I'm not talking text/techs when I leave them all read/red

I'm condemning all dead to the next spot

but when it’s all said, better watch where y'all tread

I’m bound to devour bodies that’s the wine and the bread (ahh)

Most famous fellas started acting like predators

nevermore, Edgar Allen Poe in my reservoir

severed your, limbs to fit right under the cellar floor

then tell a whore, "until we meet again" like Skeletor

but to hell if you're, still on about bands when you pop

do damage to the minds cuz that’s the plan that they plot

the language ain't sign but these fucking hands talk a lot

just stay tangent to your line since you can't stand when it's hot

a quick hit to your core, I'll pistol whip you for sure

see we ain't the same you can fucking tell by the morgue

Investigative Reports says I'm sick wit it of course

that's G-Z-A pussy you'll wet my blade like liquid swords

these fuckers copy more moves than Taskmaster

plastic actors that are getting cracked and battered

like DOOM I'll "Fillet-O-Rapper" and cook 'em like the track after

stay artificial as I boil past ya/pasta

mama said that I was gifted but I'm just a lil twisted

doesn't matter how I spit it or slit it they're gonna get it

addicted to writing these murder scenes so fucking vivid

it's been five years later and bitch I'm still wicked