And now with the following
Collection of ghoulish sounds

Fuck Pusha T and anybody that love him
His head up his ass
I'ma have to headbutt him
Gut him, Lil Tunechi shit, weak stomach
It's me, LT, like when you heat butter
Old pussy in a can, red is the flag
Fuck with me wrong
I'll put your head in your hands
There'd be blood everywhere
I got Bloods everywhere i'm a alien
I hope you ain't the Prince of Bel-Air
That's real nigga talk
These niggas speechless
Cut off his arm and leg like
I charge for my features
Hammer on my side like I work in construction
Your bitch hit that head so hard
We get concussions
Niggas can't see me, not even a glimpse
Too many banana clips, I feel like chimps
South Beach bitch and her tan line stupid
You could find me on Collins like Bootsy
I ain't on no fuck shit, I be on that Trukfit
Your girl do tongue tricks
And you sweeter than one-six
All I ever see is Ben Franklin face
I chase the bank, I don't bank with Chase
You fuckin' with some niggas
That'll murk y'all
Nigga, you softer than a motherfuckin'
Nerf ball bird call!
Brrrr! What happened to that boy?
He was talkin' shit
We put a clap into that boy tunechi!