ima be a rock star rocking every block bar causing chaos leaving out In cop cars I’ll be driven mozzerotis popping molly headed to my cassa with my body guards any dog popping at my car we gone let them shottys spark ima lift that pistol out the window turn your women into widows I’ll sit in the middle row of your wake with a pencil to write a page about you sitting in your grave arrive at your funeral write on your tombstone I’m the one who did this to you bro They didn’t want it with Billy Thompson I’m the biggest problem since Ice cube spit it in Compton I’m been stomping mf in the coffin ain’t stopping til they all drop back in the day They called me monster but they don’t understand I’m the monster yall created I’m the freinkensten y’all made they say the pain will never go away I refuse to believe this just cuz people keep Feeding me information in my brain like poking needles in my Viens when I die Barry the Mike by my side come by my grave site I’ll revive every time like Jesus Christs god flooded life with waters the holy father said next time its gonna be hotter he’s talking bout me when I grab the Mike and spit fire I be looking like squirtle how I make them girl wet running circles round mf gunnin for your neck hertaling over MCs without breaking a sweat keep that money growin from these country road I been hunting goats but all I find is a hundred hoax Just a buncha ghost when I see you I’ma make stares take dares I don’t sit mf hate chairs flowing on the mic like shake spear