Heed my warning Bitch before its too late I keep my cool cuz i meditate I am on my road to fame But u are a fucking baricade Lost my cool now i am starting to levitate Back off before my heartbeat alleviate My lyrics they like resonate Between your brain It gonna give you a headache U better get a pack of tyladol Cuz imma go full turbo Ure career Down the drain it goes You just knocked on hells gate U are gonna get my full wraith Its still not that late Get down on your knees and pray Before i get my notepad And go full on your sorry ass i dont do this for cash i dont need that shit i can spit i can rhyme i dont give a fucking dime its about time u pay for your crime i define what i spit like it or not thats my style u are just another guy in my fucking bitch pile