yo let's get it ima bouta spit this I make em look like idiots as i go mfs going ballistic cause they know ima mf to be taking literal animal my spot is at the top high as shaq on edible mfs real mad won't let it go spit the flow ignite it and light it like a cigarette oh mfs acting real but they fake as Pinocchio hit em with blow for blow this is narcan since on my rhymes last time y'all over dosed me no one knows me I'm cold walked down this road all alone please no intruptions hopefully so to kill people these are the instructions so when i retire you hopefully know calling my verses dirt they gon bury you hoe this a scary show i barely know these hoes since i got here leave you shot with fear get it crackin like beers im back in right here bodies stacking in here gats you gon hear I'm alone but yet there's another me in the mirror you ain't gon listen to me your ass is history leaving you bleeding from the ears this shit you bitches be needin to hear fuck all my peers ima Be a outcast and i don't care if i die another year or this year it least i was here and i said that i did that Yo girl hmu I'll hit that im in the crib with 6gats tryna kick back Making a sick track opps got me lacking I'll get em back and i ain't just saying that that pussy shit we ain't playing that i spend money i get it back i think i just seen some mfs at the gas station spin it back the boss tier I've been at that all that pussy shit on internet I'm ending that beef with me boy you lucky if your head still intact cause I'll rob ya by myself take all ya money split that crack that head open like 6pack lean mixed with coke mix that like wtf is that rob ya ass and when ya biz is back I'll hit a lick on that want beef i ain't like ty really just talking bouta big Mac I'm talking bouta big strap tryna make it places tryna get some big stacks Got that stick packed I'll head as a knick knack turn the shit Campbell soup with a big gat ima armed to the teeth got ski masks gloves they fit like my hat You send fire my way ima spit it back mfs hating on my stuff try rap and don't get mad when i say your shit is whack Cause brains is something you idiots lack I've hinted that i ain't one to be fuck with I'll spill pints from you rats I'm catching bodies like I'm playing line back u lucky i ain't go to school to smoke you fools with a nine packed u aint care if you got a vest its science that when you hit in the head your vest you can't rely on that i dissed ice I'm still waiting for a reply on the track i got homies watching by back but besides that this a lyrical homicide I'm at bat ima babe ruth the bitch y'all lying through ya teeth I'm leaving u toothless in this I'ma fuckin gladiator undefeated i ain't losing this bitch ima be staying around for awhile cocksuckas get used to it