once again its that western wind blowing in to prove the west will win im gonna count to ten then begin you cant comprehend the time i spend my friend im getting kinda thin too much vicodin ritilin got me scratchin my skin why pretend you take action my whole faction got a passion for rapping a passion for trapping keep it slapping that just happened send them packing never slacking so roll up ya bunk punk push the button slow up think im bluffing you get stomped out like its nothing so what make assumptions you aint got the gumption im too hot for touching so relax these raps make cats see that the facts g are enough to make you relapse i pack what they lack hit tracks fist packs three macs paybacks from way back kick backs on quick stacks they say that im a villian im one in a million revealing im killing the feeling that a billion be willing to start peeling caps back because rap that is so whack deserve no pass no class ill blast all trash all up in that ass think you a emcee think you a og im gutting you slowly you dont even know me im the one and only they cant control me or troll me my flow be totally what its supposed to be thats why you cant get close to me so you see socially my anxiety compulsively explosively got a eye on me violently why keep trying me aint no denying me intrusion on privacy privately you plot and scheme to stop my dreams i think i got things to bring to this scene to make em see the truth and thats me truthfully watch my shine stop throwing shade on my grind since 5th grade got it made not afraid im so fine devine on time and allign with the hive mind now rewind see what you can find pick my mind for a kind of rush cant touch my stuff i call your bluff you aint good enough hood enough so stop ut dont get of topic hit by a drop kick rock shit lock it up pop it talk too much