#imback... #teagledabeagle #2tuskcavalry (lyrics) yeah guess who it is? teagle Da Beagle, I'm back in this bitch thought I was fire before believe me, you ain't ever heard shit been down for awhile, for a minute had intense depression, mental breakdowns but now I'm take my mood, and pivot it to anger, to hit a takedown to takeout all these fake hoes now they come at me but thats just a fake out then punch them, watch bleed out cause blood the only thing in m' that ain't fake now I'm a hound, they are just a kitten, listen to m' meow try to burn me, ima fire back faster than a mac with a 10 round Mag seem them never respond, like cod on lag the only thing, connection that they lack is connection of bars, beats, and there tracks always finna talk that crap coming out there mouth but they do jack always wanna talk that, till they get slapped yeah, all they do is run they lips constantly talking junk within they cliques thinking they one those high class critiques they best take they junk, and ship it to somebody who cares at all, cause chief I ain't it really wanna talk, but all they are sayin is bullshit right out of they anus just tryna hate, like they twitter, and I'm shameless it's a shame that yall are praying for my downfall like a lyrical Satan so I'm just show my faith to the game, ima be patient while you cry and scream that you can't make it stop complaining, yall are draining, and straining, me of any restraining that's remaining (pause) let me ask you something WHO ASKED!? (pause) I want critiscm, not your nip picks n'shit (pause) let me ask you something WHO ASKED!? (pause) nobody, not even yo mama, cares ya whiney bitch (pause) yeah, you know I'm in this hoe (pause) yeah, you know I'm da goat that's going for the throat when I rap fire, spitten freely, weekly its easy peasy, when you try, just do it weakly, meekly, bars are cheesy, while I i am so hype like berleezy so far ahead, I'm John Cena, you can't see me, yuh well guess what bitch I cya, go so slow in a verse it's like how ya sleeping on me, yuh after this carrer done, like a guy Andrew luck so ima have a little fun, with this whiney little fuck just a punk tryna act tough when he really just a young buck really wanna say some, when he really ain't none heard it too much, I am done bouta punch m' right to top of da head, call it 8-ball pop pop, top of da head handing out paws, just like a step papa ima pop off, with bars ima mop up all the haters who wanna hate my stuff they finna play rough, to me its just a game, mc. ruff ruffman I ain't fucking with none of these ruffians Ruffin' m' up, grabbing the peice, I'm pumping it