Messing around

Im killing all these rappers,

Find all they bodies in dumpsters,

I have a hunch, a bunch of bitches digging ditches,

Murder victims turning twisting,

Learn to listen, its razor bitches,

Ill make her take her clothes place em on the table,

Head to down to the basement,

Thats where I have my playpen,

And taste tests make sure that nothings laced,

And if It ill pass it like a placement test,

I can go for days but thats been said,

Got two dots on top of ya head,

Drop that top now you're dead,

Ive been dead my spirit living,

Lyrics spinning like an orbit

My mind is out this world,

Got her ass facing north, and her face facing another girl,

Ive been disturbed since my sixth birth-

Day,

Alright ok, all night all day,

Ill spit and spray, and lift a face,

been with the shits since 98,

Mix the good with evil,

This aint no sequel, im always first,

All these businesses tryna merge,

And all these rappers tryna get a verse,

From me or on my shit, bitch go on you can suck my dick,

Back when I was nothing yall aint ask for shit,

Now the tables turned and im the "him" yall gossip bout,

Now just turn around and walk it out,

If you ever visit you take a bow,

Ill take a bow point it at your dome,

While you bent down ill smile and pull,