If I snap Everything goes black I wake up holding clapped heat You get stabbed for disrespect: I'm not a rap geek Buck shots blast these Pellets spread and hit his face like acne When you rap You look like seagulls circling over trash heat That means you trash sweep You get knocked out the ring like Jerry Hackney Strapped Black T Ronald Reagan masked Black mag-e Tucked under black jeans I go deep and spit ash like a coal miner with black teeth If you in the whip? I'll strangle you to d**h from out the shadows of the back seat I'm a psychopath Under eval a psyche staff Couldn't pa** me If I lose I'm in your crib Quiet as a gas leak Gas can and rag sparked I light the match streak I'm locking us all inside I don't care if the fire traps me The sun is gone I think I'm just happy Everyone focus in 3D I make shows look like Saving Private Ryan The opening beach scene If you never peeped me? You're all sleepy I'm a beast I thrash the scene easy I'll put a drum set through your TV I'm on that dope sh** BG Hot boy Under strobe lights like the Bee Gees I spray aerial application in your faces You get dusted off like DDT Torch 'em like tiki Close range Melt the whites of your eyeballs to hot cream cheese And everybody strapped in the jungle Wylin' out with their contras I'm mad bonkers Punches lean his craft, Labamba Try to strong-arm this I arm strong kids like Lisanda My whole family tied mobsters All heart and honor On your girl's face I bust like a lobster For life around bars Like I'm locked up