bouta pull the 45 out, you wanna run your lip, then just shut your mouth, i dont wanna hear it, sick of these hoes interfering, like godamnit man they just can not be serious, man i cant stand it, aka my arms, beat you with both my hammers, phil swift man look at all that fucking damage, im your expiration date man your smelling rancid, i love how people judge me for all my mistakes, then when i judge them i get all the hate, as if i dont got enough shit on my plate, if we got some problems then say it to my face, so lets talk for a quick second, they all think im happy but they just dont fucking get it, cause thats like saying 6 comes after 7, to me the rap game is like some lunchmeat, eat it all up cause im feeling hella hungry, do not speak on my name nigga do not fucking touch me,