Sofa king dead

I'm stacking paper, eating rappers, fucking bitches getting money you think this shit funny nigga why you running that MF mouth, talking all that shit that you ain't about, this shit bout to go south, yes below the equator, boy you a hater, a lil ass faker, A lil boy chaser, Red dot between yo eyes yes it's a laser I hope you prepared to die and meet yo maker. and you won't be able able to cry because I'mma cut out ya eyes and send em to ya mom's so she can see why you shouldnt call out a guy in the global chat unless you can really rap, fast as a gat, be Lyrically stacked, shoulda brought pack, Cuz I know for a fact that yo shit wack, and I kinda feel bad I'm not gonna lie, listening to yo shit I kinda wanna drive down the road pushing 95 into a gas line. while sipping on bleach like I'm savoring wine, I'm not even lying, but I will be lying next yo body while you dying cuz you crossed the line shoulda stayed in line but now you released the lion and im promise I'm not lying when I say I'm goin after what's mine I just seen the time, and you still wasting mine better have haste this time, cuz I'm impatient sofa, I ain't waiting sofa, why you pacing sofa, yo heart racing sofa, forgot who you facing sofa, Don't try to run, cuz Ill chase ya sofa, get ahold of you and now im choking sofa, I ain't joking sofa, I'mma put you in a coma sofa, and then drive to the store to get a lofa bread while you shrinkwrapped in my trunk cuz you bled hop in a coupe wit ya girl and get some head. and then go home throw you in a lake and go to bed, and that's the end of you and now you sofa_king dead...