Just me guts, but somemething tells me I have just begun Steady nuts, ready to heat lead into a heavy club and dead em up revvin like a Chevy truck Medic said I'm better off in bed im sick to death of ya, so i said it was a headache from the dead weight I've been holdin up warming up, boning mostly Busty Sluts, busting mostly fatties up, smokin only damage cause Bland is not my mantra nah, granted I am having a hand in every can of the grams I am implantin now My sandwiches are bands and lettuce branded on some fresh mechanics Ran it thru the fans, it channels manic groups of men, i am a landmark not a trend and upon this land I plan to man a mansion in this sand where I am Plan ahead like I don't have one FANS all dead cause I don't have none plant a garden with your head and let it have some Camera edits pannin out and then Im gunna hand em 50 grams of some grand Daddy ganja dammit can it just be finished Ran your credit busted limit plan to break em, rusty rivits Hate to wait when all this hate is waiting hating waiting's gay trust is given livin it is taken when you make away with anything not shut away priveledged hustle, rainy days, slavin over, over payed Say a toast it's underway slay the G.O.A.T fate is overplayed take it go away fake it made it over hatred greater than the same that made me jaded sated when i wake up wavin Bustin up on this neat beat, while i crush it up freely enough to possibly steal me, just me a piece of the sweetmeats hush if you cannot beat me nothing's gonna be easy Clutchin hundreds but really Stunting wasn't my deal we Wanted nothing but real trees Somethin must be done I see Just a buncha bums reaching Touching nothing come near me Hunting mutton I shear sheep finna buck like I'm dear meat Fuck it enough with the weird beats but a ton this green be what I summon to ease me wash and Rinse finna repeat Reaping money I need clean keep the ugly ones reeling Skeet in lovely young sweeties Beatin anyone feeling Like peelin cause the tree I get reeking leavin no seats for the meek in the house of these beats I keep peeps on their feet with this lyrical heat, and my liver is weak from eating too many C's Migjt have a disease but I'm too fucking sick as it is of bad rappin Fat and happy crapping like a flapping duck Grab a fat bitch slap her with a rabid catfish Smack her till she's black and blue decapitate her laughing as I stack her in the back with only khakis on and lacking fucks best know i am nasty bruh I'm ken block on a bike a top globlin not one to slight i got 10 thots on my Dyke I mean dick, slobbing right on my thick gobblestyke, i mean STICK. damn well might see These type of mistypes when I spit when Im hyped, distraced lit when im high, my addiction is writing, fire lines to recite, Columbine on the mic, night igniting when i, recite these ryhmes outta spite, Have to ask, you had enough? Mad at me for having happily Savagely ravaged this piece? I'm past any last minute pleas, leaving it bleeding Needs to be seen by the cleaner Seems to me that ya mean to speak in rythym with beats well I peeped ya battleme seen hardly a reason to leave you be cause ya sleepin keepin me in lead of these sheep and these heathens jesus, you need him. believe it.