3, 4

When I have a tendency to tear you, while the music move, and we out

Hardcore, to make you niggas act fools

I sever the top of a veteran, stated to be higher than lettering unfold from my pen

You lifeless on the end, see by no means once more will you competition win

Insightful? You write moderate bull, and want your stripes pulled

Cycle, I cross psycho, my go with the drift stifle, upward thrust a eyeful

Bust a slug, and budge your blood, like women, thru any new menstrual

Livin` thru pitiful critics who cynical, ship some crook clips with serial numbers

Then provide it up, you feelin us

I switched it up then did it up, then fillin' up til' you get enough

I'm paying homage to a kamikaze, get off for that final go with the drift

You want to place it withinside the garbage

You faux fucks will by no means damage me

Better also, gotta also, were given an arsenal many armies

This rap shit's a hobby, gotta complete coast many mami's

It'll make certain to depart masses of mess mess

Gotta broke out while it undergo ya

Put a bullet up, to his chest vest

When I hit it up, yup sure sure

Sex recreation crazy, had her saying "Oh Jesus!"

So gone, I'm big now no longer centimetres

Get the senoritas, get em' inebriated off tequilas

Fo' sho', and what I stated what I suggest is

I already did it I did executed it while you visible it

Yeah dog, it is too past due while you see it

Let's say, I'm a ill nigga, black born leader, intestine beater, paper getter

That skeet skeet to your forehead, chin and chick's cheek

Wink wink, here is a sneak peek of my ink streak

To smash a person it is faker then shaking fingers together along with his hands crossed

Oh here is a boss, under my bed is a Nina Ross

By my cross-cross system polo jacket style logo

Oh no, convey acid to an Average Joe Schmo

To stun you dumb crews to undo my spun screw

Come thru, and mic test one-wuh-one two

I'm a awful son of a bitch

Like doormats, ain't no police officers to assist, ain't no cuffs to the wrists

Let me kill those MC's, I be on foot on their nuts

Where my crown at, It's like please Lord please

Ain't a brand new jack swang

Ain't no half steppin’ mane

I take hold of my complete sack once I rap

Yeah all that

To me your raps proves your wondering cap is only a dunce hat

What's that? As a long way as bars you would not bust back

You hoes will visit the primary aspect that smokin' on 4 wheels

So real, verse me quoting to expose skill

Like Jimi Hendrix in his afro making a song Hey Joe

Lay low, live wherein they will blow the yayo

Nightly news, broke off after which K.O'd

Ay yo, land up at the Today Show