Now I'mma have tuh drop another classic hit
Spillin' bars from my bag of trick
I see how y'all attract to this
Just feedin' y'all bits of my jalapeno chips
Real fun fact of the matter is
Now I'm done with all tha happiness
So Imma lay it down with a passion that's
Completely the opposite of passiveness
Cus I'm ruthless like a pugilist
Too scrupulous punchin' through my list
Bout damn time been in the mood for this
With my truthfulness I'll bring fruitfulness
Make ya brain go insane turnin' mutinous
Take ya on back to my youth as Chris
Look out bitch here we go Imma spew some piss
And maybe even shout out a little stupidness
I was fighting a battle I just could not win
Like tug of war with my evil twin
Head in the pad left hand on the pen
I done been down that hard road and back again
Demons showed love but it was all just pretend
Damn bro I thought you was my friend
Why you have to go on and do dat to dem
You keep this mess up an yo future look grim
Your chance to survive blow away like tha wind
Better reach for your bible take a deep look within
You had a choice in life to avoid tha strife
Or to reach for the needle just to heat up tha knife
Lil bro was right you was high as uh kite
In tha dead of night somethin not right
Next thing you know you saw a white light
So ya dead and gone and ya soul's taken flight
Used to hit them parties till my arms would fall off
Now I'm droppin' F bombs and pitchin' molotov's
World dun went retarded and peoples minds caught rot
Now I'm drawin' hard lines and packin' 9's cus flesh is soft
So I took my life in a different direction
Found my wife thanks to he who has blessed me
Love is my wealth so I'm stackin' my blessings
Got not time for theoretic suggestion
Go on with ya drama I am not stressin'
Not real sure why you stayin' obsessin'
Fuck around and find out ima teach ya a lesson
Send it right back with thrice the aggression
Findin my buttons bitch why you keep pressin
Had my fill now its time for correction
Don't waste my time with your lack of recollection
Lets hear your story so we can get to dissectin'
Better tell em right now just what ya did
Fucked around and found out not to mess with tha kid
Sit here for years and listen to yo shit
So much pain in my ears now I've gone flipped my lid
So from now on its pain that ill give
Better check ya grid and how it its ya live
Devil rollin round and he placin shitty bids
Surprised ya bridge didn't fall from pitch
Brutal I know but I done told y'all this
Why do bitches they trip when bass lines hit
Most lose their shit as treble vibrates they slit
Might cut off ya toes yeah right at tha tips
Maybe even ya nose yeah right where it sits
And I have to admit these lyrics are lit
As I explain to you how much I don't give two flips
And at the same time I come with tha rhyme
That shows that I'm certainly well equipped
Got me tryna hit tha line yeah doublin' time
Used to hit them parties till my arms would fall off
Now I'm droppin' F bombs and pitchin' molotov's
World dun went retarded and peoples minds caught rot
Now I'm drawin' hard lines and packin' 9's cus flesh is soft