This is a song about "Automatic"

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

I'm lethal like an automatic, the illmatic sequel

Automatic possessing with intent to supply

If you don't give a fuck, put your hands up high

My sick rhymes got you woozy yo, an automatic oozy flow

Ain’t nobody here leading, it’s way too easy to follow

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

I'm an automatic spittin bullets hittin the listener

Semi-automatic, i spit real

Tryin' do right by you got me here

Suckin on the barrel of my semi automatic

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

You by the cooler yea you niggas don't get no tick

My rhymes are machine guns, semi-automatic

Expose/ those who lack rhymes that are automatic

And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick