These motherfuckers got me seeing red Go on a killing spree on these mcs like judge Dred Brand new switch they don't show up we suspend Body's dropping we killing em in sequence 100 round clip of lyrics hard to defend Quick to make and break a fake one shot pretense Starting trends upset we got our own defense Time to knock there heads off no infered I see you pussys bleeding from your dress Are you depressed Here's a revolver to end this your not gonna like what comes next a monster a beast it's time my victims get addressed keep dropping body's till my haters catch the stench Ima go head and speak real I've been behind bars you figadeal Life behind these bars no appeal Hitting hard I'm it to win no drill Murdering all my haters no guilt This my house u fuckin with what I built Tear down my success are u foreal Try and get me better go for the kill nasty ill cut your throat then ask how u feel Young Hoes get blue around the gills OG Been Fucking these pussys no blue pills Selling wolf tickets to ticket master Ima school you quick u fucking bastards Just a high-school diploma but I'm feeling like a master Faster making cash ordering tripple stackers Boys shooting off the mouth just vocal slackers Claim they got heat but they under packers I'm ripping my raptor slow ones get captured Loud ones get raptured oh my God! boy ain't gonna make it call a pastor kicking fake crap will cause a disaster I love KFC cant stop eating the snackers Time you realize where the craft is Who u went at and y he's spazzing My name ring out like a craftsman old school eat up ops like a pacman I'm hungary that's just facts man In my way you on my new snack plan My lyrics get recycled all bout that paper bag plan Plastic mcs I see through your raps man Garbage lyrics dey belong in the trash can Girl tired of you redirected your smash plan U crashed damn she made u her past man I ran up in your stash fam cant get enough of that ass man Still have your girls digits on my napkin Bang out her walls while you busy napping You try and come for the belt I'm smashing Shit tight fastened challenge me I'ma lap him Play me for a bitch ima slap him Hate math but know how to subtract a distraction Divide and conquer cut em away like fractions This shit I do I have a real passion Hiphops been running through me since I was a freshman Luv to lyrically slaughter on these raps man Fucking strangle mcs with the mic stand Murder kill kill kill till I'm the last man Relax Stan's you don't buck I won't take your sound scan Food for thought u buck your food for thought I'm the pac man