When’s the last time you heard me Did you observe me Still have the nerve think you Can serve me? Got to wake up early practice your breath With rapping like that the outcomes death Don’t step across the line Wrong choice Fuck being deep first you need a strong voice All that screaming is useless Besides its obvious your voice box locked in nooses Hanging yourself use the mic cord Cause it sounds like the switch is off and your Crew looks bored Walking out the door with mad regrets You represent them if i were them i’d be mad depressed I wouldn’t roll with you smoke a bowl with you See you coming toward me and stroll right through Got better things to think about Plus my hands hate shaking with People who bring me down Following through with the words in my hook They were meant for you and you too Read my lips book
Chopping heads bloody necks T.e.s Cut twice with one slice (repeat four times)
I don’t want to make friends don’t say hi Shook too many hands to only go home question why Fuck digits on crumpled pages The only calls i accept offer cash for rocking stages If i don’t pick up i’m screening your call Don’t be mad i don’t say hi t my neighbors When we pass in the hall Hey tes good job is more than enough after a show My answer to a collabo is like trading a cd no! You should know by the look on my face I’m not a nice guy Fuck last i’m all alone in first place Terrence the tyrant all by myself Come so far solo i don’t need your help If you like my songs cool i still hate yours Keep your feedback to yourself and your Input on play/pause.