Yeugh

pi equals three point one four

im a psychic, i love you, sike bitch, ima tie this rope around my neck

gimme that check, dike prick, wait no; lets stick on topic

the rap game; imma top it, like bitch give me my top shit

Im giving generic names like Michael to Mitch

cuttin' the tags tho, im carryin' money bags hoe, im not mediocre like moneybag, yo

Swiss Cheese, Missed with a Swiss Knife to the breeze strife

get yo life right before you get hit with the reapers scythe

now dont glaze me, dont ride my dick like a bike

topple the whole game with one strike, then i won due to fright

bottle flip the game, make their stomachs turn and hit em like a hockey puck, no canucks term

i yearn.. to reaffirm that i WILL destroy ya, destroy my forces and i redeploy em

giving you a postmortem, before that though torture em

they hoes, that all blow words out they mouth, talkin' what they about

when they aint 'bout that gang route, when they name get shout

they run off before they get shot then blackout, drop hot where the bullet entered

now lemme put this shit on record.