I make it murder with 2 hundred rounds of venom i get in em Make you wish you had it wish your bitch would super soak in denim I be in some sicker shit you wanna bitch about it bring your bitch around and we gon see if she will let you in I make her friend and take her up when the rubber on the cover When i smother anyone give me a minute and some butter I don't talk about it better be about it Never doubt a motherfucker who done spent a gang of time up in the gutter Puttin' the work in, ain't no buster Feelin' the rush and put 'em in dust On top of the roof I'm ready to bust I'm choppin' 'em all into minimal nuts And droppin' them all into the bus? Quit your issue I will bitch you and put you on the bus Quit your bitchin and your dissin ain't nobody even listen but to mention That you wish wasn't rap but pay attention but you weep before you speak You better thinkin' about the demon comin' up into the house to meet you with the blood and cut your tension Open 'em up when they mumble a word about the Brainsick, I behave like I ain't got no commem sense I mean I'm really on the fence, I'll turn your meat up into mince, I'm makin' samples out you bitches I'll be damned if I'mma let you go to sleep before I wrench your blood up on my hand I take you deep into the voodoo ritual you probably thought about, it "shit, I'll diss him in a video and maybe he'll respond and boost my music" and I lose a couple thousand followers