east coast bar spitting beast spitting nothing but 🔥 on any beat we can fight or take it to war on the street faggot body bag toe tag fed ex the package black grim reaper u food for the maggots in the the way of me stacking cabbage n carrots/ head krackin n that calls for all out action/ ima eat all the beef no portions left of the ration/ gotta get a head count of all the heads im bashing/ so i know how much i gotta pay to set 🔥 to ya caskets / u fucking pussy ass bastards/ im about affermatve action/ kill u bitch niggas n call ya mama im not sorry miss jackson/ i got a black heart like bishop in juice im vicious with the barz shouldnt turn me loose/back in the day niggas was getting hanged by a noose/ we came along ways but the world still filled with bullshit/ i might start rapping gospal in the pulpit/ i got the voice i think i hear my calling/ no bs type nigga in the back of the church is where will end up brawlingi can go all day all night beyond the distance/ but ima get u gone in the first 8 bar instant/ catch me in the lab mastering and mixing/ me boi ima bout that chicken/fuck a thotty azz bitch thot vixian a wannabe super head bitch missing while i got pablo n esacabar in the kitchen laid back in da cut dropping the drop no mother fucking whip i spit the most high flow like jesus myricals my soul rich to the most high is the highest bidder i sold it from before my birth he owned it u sold ya soul to the devil now its burning as the days go bye im learning i guess im getting wiser i dont mind blowing the best bud and drinking a beer or 2 under cover azz niggas u fucked a queer or two its visual i see the bitch in u its nothing for me to be dissing fools i keep all condition tools i dont flow to the music of what other people expect me to listen to trix for da kids im about my bizz i love my kids thats all that matters they know what it is u know who i is. king phantom flow off the tongue of ya bitch i cum so much she still kiss ya lips after mouthing my jizz and swollowing my un born kids she store them in her stomach no lil kim but the drs still had to pump it out yall know what that ss pump be about 500 shots i shoot to reload after i dump all the shots then its back to the next 500 rd drum buck slide into the chamber like jack n a box in my day 2 niggas 2 many guns we cleared blocks 2 lions with the speed of a cheetah but styles was smooth like a fox scb shoot chop n bag u red wet but stiff like a statue shells stayed popping like pistachios n cashews cashflow dont rule everything around me but me n my team get cream we love getting money but niggas kill over that dollar dollar bill yall niggas aint loyal ya own suppose be brothers will kill yall for real yall these dayz i get closer to feel god because deep down i dont feel yall shit been real yall cutthroat action went back to pistol packing packing the ratchet plus 2 more added bow down to the black abbot who always have it pulling em every where like inspector gadget even got a mini tomahawk hatchet i love swords ox blades n axes was born ttg so im wit the shits im in ya shit like march maddness once i shrug on some street shit its what ever happens i play my position to mafuckers i dont fuck with i keep my distance i know im krazy i rock niggas how a good dad rocks his baby but im cradle ya head when i pop the pistol grip trey 80ty thats my babies baby i was born in the start of the mid 80tys 90s was gravy 2000s beyond krazy i blow exotic to try to keep my mind hazy rather live in my mind in outter space if im not feeling wtf u say stfu and stay the fuck outta my face everything u say when u get mad is utter disgrace some times i feel like just saying fuck this place fucking fuck face ima go find a enemy to kidnap to torcher him with his mouth quadruple ducked taped thats 4xs im raw with barz i was born to be a star better late then never seem as time goes by i only get better my shit 🔥 like hot sauce n red pepper send shots through ya shots to ya sweater who tf fuck u know do it better