[Verse 1]
Yow am Keeping out a trouble, keep the heater on humble
Got a box cut, hidden underneath my belt buckle
Melt metal s into puddles like supernova was space shuttles
A wicked wizard who loves evil and hate mothers
I use a Rambo knife to shave my face double
Never kept ca**ettes in the car in case the tape bubbles
First world troubles, got duct tape if the b**h struggles
Get on top and exercise the hip muscles
Now a days rap's more hips than hip hop, sh**s pop
Feminine as Penelope Pistol
You bring all a dis hydrogenous fashion in
Puerto Rican, lesbians, but looking more masculine
(Well) Mask tape, your face is
Your skin, your gla** chin, motherf**ers get they skulls bashed in
I never end a story like fall boring, bashed in
But nothing is the label and rappers who cashed in
(Well) Cash, cash gold and caught Moses holding his staff
Four laps to the lady and they forensic photographs
Now the wrath is like Cain when I'm attacking your brain
Extract plasma out the veins like it's Dracula revenge
[Verse 2]
(Well) Coke machine, room cipher, murder rap for hire
Twenty five to life, and twenty five lighters on my dresser
Yes sir
Repaid
Joe Pesci, goodfellas, I gots to get made
(Well) (words unclear) and I gots to get braids
Rip
, cut the beard off and I'm still savage
You got a million songs out, you still average
I got three single under me, they all caustic
(Well) No Cadi-law b**hes still subscribe to 'em
Millionaire swagging and he ain't got a dime to 'em
Want a good game, ever since I was high schooling
Bring that 9:40 central standard time to 'im
Ten paces, turn around, draw behind noon in
John Wayne, meets John Wayne Gacy
Could have finished that scheme, but I was feeling lazy
f** you, Pay me and all that good sh**
(Well) Motherf**er
[Hook]
Never kept ca**ettes in the car in case the tape bubbles
Now a days rap's more hipster than hip hop
Gla** chin, motherf**ers get they skulls basked in
(Well) Skulls, skulls, skulls bashed in
[Verse 3 ]
Yow my blade's nice, pacing around the room like I ate too many fumes
Inhaling great tasting fumes fluid, am Oral Donovan
Dead come August, flippin', Lucy O'Ball trip me swimming on your carpet
(Well) Target, walking around people watching they target
The power harness, me, I scout for the darkness
I'm Cali but I'm cool, I put Khaki on your booth
I de-spy you, you sick, spit swine flu
(Well) I'm Michael Scorn that's what birth madness
There ain't no standing, been k**ing sh**, Heny Hernandez
Hope to bail, I think they just wake the giant
So good you wanna slap your mamma
There's riot, I think I personally keep my local liquor store in business
Allegedly, a lucid me, I intimidate the witness
Am self taught
This tight and this is not cool
I'm trying to burn a bag a sh** at the corporate port to Fox news
[Hook]
Never kept ca**ettes in the car in case the tape bubbles
Now a days rap's more hipster than hip hop
Gla** chin, motherf**ers get they skulls basked in
(Well) Skulls, skulls, skulls bashed in
(Well)