[Verse]
To stop my terror you must be drunk
But if you think you can boss an God
Punk get ya ass sobered up, more of
An confusing mind genuinely, devine
Completely, pull rappers out of they
Spine columns, then stab them with
It deeply, then spray n*ggas at once
Like train graffiti, I'm at you, like stealing
Of diamond tags, put an cork in ya trash
Talking, like soap is the answer
The block fulled with blasting asses
With cases, and no baskets, ya shocked
When I kill one of they n*ggas like
Kenny got killed from bast*rds
I can backtrack, and it would seem
The track went faster, when ya'll do
It, it seems like ya ass need a slapping
You can't cut the tension with a machete
f*ck my denizen, and my flow off putting
Like a home for senior citizens, cheesy
Meant for it to be, get a B to his knees
While I sting like a wasp hive, B, ya see
I'm 6 and the game taste like broccoli
Same controversies in the news
So I'm pin drops like audibly
These rappers three time the dummies
Like a Three Stooges comedy
Velocity of bars, and I breath
In the axiology, now believe in the Doom prophecy