I like my sound Mfer gritty as hell Stay in the sewers where the butchers & the psychopaths Dwell run up on you black Hoody with the hatchet & knife Cut out your larynx you'll never rap On a mic snap your fingers so you can't message or type I'm an old soul this lesbian is a dyke Its not a corpse till the smell is overly Ripe Nailed to a cross all men repent For there sins you ask me for mine I don't know where to begin You think ur hard AF? Theres a man Harder than you Lurking behind every corner ready to lay waste too you talk about guns, magazines & clips you never Shot a MFer watched the life from him slip lid if you did? you wouldn't say shit about it first one that says keep it 100 probably lying, fuck ur music you homey F for overly trying you spend hours in ur room straight practicing shit while Im at ur girls house and shes sucking my dick grab her by the hair while I nut in her mouth then go outside dump the gasoline & burn down her house show up the the funeral sit next to you cause thats what friends do