[Verse 1] It's the quiet guy, not so Mr. Nice Guy I'ma feed you death, if you tryna eat up my time Watch me take my life in spite of everyone that really tries Watch me grip my blade and make it flip and switch like bitches do Yo bitches wanna fuck with me, they don't wanna fuck with you But I don't wanna fuck with them, I don't want nobody else I do this like it's nothing new, crusing like a subaru All black honda civic pullin up you know I'm comin through If you feelin chills up in your spine you know that I'm around I could put depression in your head and never let it out I could put some stress up in your chest and back and lay you down You can try your hardest you will never be where i am now