You can tell by my face I got no fear
Up against these mumbling rappers
Do you even go here? So wierd
Maybe I should lend some bars
Cause oh dear
No steer
Trying to swerve on me
Bitch you in low gear
So we're, never bothering
With dodging them
No sponsoring, Or fostering
Your words are numb as lozenges
From all that bitch you swallowing
All laced with empty promises
You wasting minty oxygen
I spit like 50 moccasins then lift my team we droppin in
From sky high, but why try,
Falling fast from high above and still dont smell no fucking blood
This aint your childrens scouting club
I'm dropiing bombs on all you duds
I'm shaking ground around your buzz
I'm fucking hard you making love mmm
And I aint even rock a glove
But if you wanna fuck the game then you can ask her when I'm done shit
If you aint plastered whats the fun
But let me put you in the ground fore I pour out the last of rum
So I swap that flow till im off pass go
And I lost my dome
Now I hopscotch bones
In my hotboxed home
It's a top notch zone
And my stop watch on
So the clock tocks on

And I've got very little patience competitions always claiming here I come then they dont make it
And every coffin prepped is vacant but i still got so much room for extra corpses in the basement
And I can almost fucking taste it
But these rappers couldnt see me if they tripled up on lasik
There ain't shit I'm ever chasing
All you tag alongs are basic racing other second rated pacers crave participaton placement trophies for there latest vacant casing for displaying every wasted effort taken
Saving

No scraps for the vultures you handle heat like an ulcer
Your team solid as a boulder
Then call me a fucking sculptor
I turn your ace to a snake
Cause im a fucking controller
Zero to 100 aint I told you im bipolar
Man all I ever hear is how I'm just so damn insensitive but you know good and well who left me harmless and defenseless
Then I sharpend every gentle end or roudned edge or nimble limb and I came back with calous skin as thick and tough as venison so
Don't expect the nice chick
In a white slip
With her eyes lit
Trying to ride dick
I'm a preying mantis and i really wanna bite shit
Give me something with a fight bitch
Like it high risk
Yeah and you gon like it

Till I tight grip and I slice in with my nice lips and you cant breathe so you die quick
And I might grin
That's a spoiler for anyone thats behind gotta faster mind fuck your mommas I go after mine like its end of days and the pastor lied, aint a shit i gave when i crashed your ride or i cut you down or i trashed your pride cause i loved you loud and you passed my time but im colder now and my daggers dry and my hands are out and its bout to dive
You can try and shout cause I doubt I'll mind
Better mask your doubt cause I'm bout to slide
And its gliding down till I pacify and
My thoughts start coming clearer
It'd be crueler if I left you to live with whose in the mirror
So i choose the colder fate cause you dont deserve my love but you ain't good enough to hate
And that goes for anyone
You thought this song was for your ass but you the last im apt to stunt