My so called mates all turned to snakes
We back on these highways moving cakes
How you gonna look in your son's face and turn your back
I turn into a beast, i turn the booth to a shack,
I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what
You bout to get the worst of me after i turn up,
No fronting cause the coppers is coming, like
But i'm like fuck that, pass me the pipe
On this mic i turn satan, rappers fightin to break the horns
Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records
While you were playing playstation, my pencil was erasing lines
Off the capers, turn you all to vapors, send the afterlife,
Teens turn to annoyed zombies and feast on the boys in abercrombie
And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see
My brains the thing that pull it, mates be telling me to cool it
So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that
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