It's time ta shine G, Black feather be tha God came from Chattanooga Tennesse, Yall wont remember me, like tha night that you fucks drank too much Hennessy. Spinnin them wheels it's time ta roll out Always in the mood to eat I never hold out Tha burner on tuck you know it's cold out Errbody body puffin they chest I make em blow out Levelin up like it's a game, I stay fly as shit like doodooin on plane Keep my bitch wet like doin er n tha rain and I did it so good I'll never do it tha same n that's fax like paper if you didn't feel that then u just a hater got bars I could drop that would leave a crater n wont leave nothin left go n meet ya maker nigga. I really cook you rappers, like fish in tha pond I'll hook you rappers ol big mouth niggas yea we call lem yappers they be gettin on my nerves till I call them clappers yea I call it mission complete. Fuckin droolin at tha mouth cause I'm needin ta eat come n try me for a bite Ima feed ya defeat, it be tha last thang ya taste before I send ya ta sleep. This lyrical murder, from a random ass nigga that you aint even hearda Niggas never want beef when they see these burgers, whole team make moves dont chu see these workers I carry cannons like Blastoise you fuckin with tha wrong Man makin a bad choice ya bitch lookin at me and I'm thinkin she mad moist gotter legs shakin like tha Bass up in blacks voice. It ain't a bastard alive that could do me fuckin wrong n I won't see em in time Gotta buncha niggas owe me and they be on my mind niggas know who they is ima need every dime nigga....