[Verse 1: O]
I admit that when my brother died, I kinda changed a little bit
Now I roam the streets and I wanna strangle a little kid
I'm trying to get on track, but I'm noticing that the tunnel's light
Is changing to the same train that came and took my brother's life
Cold as ice and I'm hot, you should be concerned
If I get popular the world is catching freezer burn
Leading verne, I was never someone who was pacifist
I'll pa** a first across your f**ing jaw until it shatters it
f** a firearm, I'll set my arms on fire b**h
And prove that my entire fist overpowers entire clips
So send a fire ship from every guy in your entire clique
I'll pack you a lunch because I pack me a punch that Lucifer admires b**h
I've got the wrath of a god homie believe it
So if I ever catch you under arms like a speedstick
You're gonna see that I'm not the mother f**er to beef with
Begging for peace quicker than hippies can get their trees lit
[Hook]
Inhale, exhale, (choke) Inhale, exhale, I breathe smoke
Inhale, exhale, (choke) Inhale, exhale, I breathe smoke
[Verse 2: O]
I was raised in the darkness, my fear is at a minimal
My mother's dated criminals who've done the unforgivable
Your pitiful pedophile persona isn't fictional
Nor what you've done is fixable, your life is just despicable
An irresistible feeling of rage is inside of me
A prodigy who's personalities could form a colony
And honestly your fake apology is f**ing comedy
You're constantly contradicting yourself as soon as you start to speak
And I'm sorry you're so commonly used
That even if you said it to me I'd be partly amused
I'm kinda confused, kid what is there that you've got to improve?
Because I ain't f**ing you and I'd say that's a solid excuse
Kid you ain't sh** to me, to break my face you'd have to get to me
And judging by your history that don't resort to injuries
Yeah that's your misery so keep letting this beef grow
You're gonna bleed, choke mother f**er because I breathe smoke
[Hook]
[Voicemail 1]
Yo, what the f** dawg? When I see you ima f** you up
I'm gonna rip your eyeballs out and shove em up your a**
You're f**ed, you're f**ed
[Voicemail 2]
Listen here you little f**ing p**y
I swear to God if I see you, I'm cutting your f**ing throat
You ain't nothing but a little punk b**h, acting like you ride or die, this and that, rap star
Get the f** out of here with that bullsh**, n***a
And if you got a problem with it you can s** my mother f**ing balls
And don't even ask how I got your number. You got that sh** on Facebook you prick, f**er
[Voicemail 3]
Yo you little b**h, keep running your f**ing mouth
You don't even wanna know what's gonna happen to you next time I catch you mother f**er
You think you're all tough because you go to the gym and pump your f**ing iron?
All those muscles ain't gonna do sh** when I'm kicking you in your f**ing teeth
Let me catch you at Sunday Night Mics, you little punk
I'll bust your sh** up, p**y
[Voicemail 4]
Hey O, you having a nice day? Because it's about to be totally f**ed
When I see you you little mother f**er, I'm gonna punch your f**ing head off your shoulders
And if I see any of your family members around, I'm gonna punch their f**ing head off their shoulders too
You little f*ggot, any kid who comes around the house is gonna get kicked around the living room
I'm gonna f**ing line up family pets in front of your grandmother
She's gonna f**ing sit there and watch it you little prick mother f**er
When I see you I'm gonna hit you so f**ing hard that your heart's gonna stop you little b**h
I can't wait you little f*ggot