CLASS IS IN SESSION

Shoutout to: @weathermvn @mandiex @candelady @mzgabz And my long time supporter since the beginning @ogoneleg It’s been a long time coming, finally stepped back to the mic. Verse: It’s been a minute, snap crackle and pop My back- my ass- my raps and my rocks My balls they fall dragging right on- bitch the point is It’s time for pandemonium The realest to spit, fire on ya grill while I’m grilling ya shit Chief is in, more “I’ll beat ya” fajitas Mexican wrestlin The best to pen, guess again, what the fuck is a bar to my ammu-nition LOOK- If they take aim at my fans who listen- all their gonna hear as a response “damn you missin” Damn you all hate, but damn you missed him Y’all said he wasn’t shit, yet he shits on ya writtens Sour milk, i’m still in power- kittens Look at you cowards sittin Bringing your flowers to him The hours due and- Rap Fame can’t seem to tame his vengeance As he takes aim at you bitches That got too big for ya britches Fucked over your KING, now he’s burning some bridges Tha muthapuken rags to riches Now you all want his ass- hashtag he flashed ya bitches like the flash you didn’t See his ass with his stash gotta rash and a gash yet it glistens, blind bitch that’s his mags and switches, ammo bag and fits it’s Swagger Jack a engine GTA 6 ETA it’s now you get itttt How many times do I gotta remind you- this his Time to kick it It’s his time to rip it, Jack is back to rippin And guess who got his back the ripper As he attacks anywho raps like it’s his Final act to get this Stand in my way, hand you a mic? My bitch, I’ll hand you a grenade How’s that for a shock? It must of blown you away Should’ve known that I’m generally a general, this tongue is a loaded AK- Hitman 47 is here to blow off your face Hitman, I make hits mans, sit my dick in, lyrical quickness then pound like the bass 808s rearranging the place- Like get tha fuck out my way Tactical, lyrical rappin fool, grabbing who’s practically is just- spittin okay If there’s levels to this shit, then you’re still stuck in the shit that I made Yet it’s the fucking foundation I laid, like a college campus, and school is in session- BITCH VERA had, to bring the era hacks Your wack ass’s more than likely share a class Cause you couldn’t mirror rap, even if it was staring back Bitch me and Mr. Weather man carry tracks That could bury cats and that’s some scary facts we evolved lyrics that, you couldn’t reach with the James space Web telescope- your shits so assss, the beat itself would fucking diss you back. Gotta issue Jack? I upgraded my pen and pencil yeaa- Godly ima be in comparison to any missiles attacks lyrical wrath?, “typical rapper”- like I’m supposed to be scared of your trash? Bring out your entire crew, so I can embarrass your camp- I’m yawning here, you barely can rap- claiming to be the “one”, bitch I’m challenging that- you naturally lack Any form of fucking skill, like what the fucks the deal? me at my simplest displays, I mastered the craft. And why is it that- when you sneak diss us goats at rap, you sound like a bitch with a dick in ya ass? Instrumental Produced By: Me