On some Dr. Jekyll Mr Hyde, trying hide shit Niggas fucking with me they can die quick on some slide shit I don't need no goons to make your life decline bitch I got an army of dead warriors, make them come alive bitch Hunt you down while the fog creep the forest, you better make like Gump or trampled by the horses. fucking catch that rigormortis, I love making a corpse. Sorceress my main chick any second not important. Who the demon in reason who got the heir to the throne. Hova got the voice-mail cuz I don't answer my phone Hella traps on lock like I'm starring in home alone. He pleadin to me to believe I shouldn't put one on his dome. GOWN! If you missed the message let me direct you to the directive I don't fuck with niggas and most hoes, that's a confession. Soul snatching on a pause my profession. Schizophrenic pandemic loopy nigga with a stick about 80 rounds in it I'm bout to make a killing, smiling laughing like a villain. Tires screeching while I'm peeling. OD like the the bottle missing. Renovating where you stay I still built this bitch, said fuck the ceiling. The sky the only limit when I'm spitting like a public semi. Valid targets anything with two legs and an ass hole in it. Ask yo who been the illness, monkey pox, Bola rona. Hit you with a *beep*, like a fucking Motorola did it. This the return, I wonder why I even left the village.