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• Written by kunta
give these niggas black and white like the reception
tekken it, throwin' punches at pedestrians
fighting demons with reasons, swingin' bats at rats like im movin' bases
they all like cheese as I take things to a new degrees, they aint notice, cause I burn on a daily basis
as i wedge to overstretch them in crevices, as I make them stutter like my chopper in sentences
its semi auto with the tech i have plenty weaponries then i longshot with a dot no crossbow
im full of rage as i turn a page after page as yall startin' to enrage as i engage from a range
persuade niggas everyday per se, they sayin' niggas the best they glazin'
as i shock them all with a taser, rock they whole set, and they cut, like a open wound
then i sneak in, like a broken door, snap it like frozen ice versus a murderous explosion
im explosive, im not killin' these niggas with a motive as they notice im totin' with a side of dice
lookin' around in disguise waitin' for niggas to apologize before they get a rata-tat-tat surprise
as i aim high and low, head and thighs, laid in your bed like a swatter to a fly
if they talk on the net with a wrong agenda mindset they gonna be swatted
they easy to catch like a Red and White Target, as i roll they ass up like a blunt and a carpet
ima stunt out, make yall stunned as my well gunned ass guns ya down with a rocket
