Young God (Never Cared) Studio Freestyle lyrics

[Intro]
Imma kill it b*tch
[Verse 1]
Fist fight b*tches no dyke, lookin' like everyones looking for fist fists, in the dark b*tch broke your
Headlights, and the tails imma calmer, killing it like a psycho, jeffrey dahmer, in it i slaughter
I ain't talking christmas, merry marauder. dont need my knuckes im a palmer, bone to the face broken
Bones, i dont need no hoes or any girls and i know it may sound like a myrical but i swear im lyrical
Turn the b*tches face into minerals, hennessey im pilling those, palmer to the face like a bloody nose
Murder on my mind, bloody clothes, im a catcher like voorhees though, sharp like freddy ho, free melly
And if he dies in there then take R. Kelly, bring melly back, im telling funny sh*t, no i ain't on crack
[Verse 2]

R I P to X, give that mans life back, i got my demons, none of them are melvin, and no i dont rock calvin
b*tches turn these into dyke fights, imma just walk away with my MAC-11 with a laser sight, so dont try
To run it up, i know it'll just end you up in double cups, no codeine i ain't smoking weed and i ain't
Drinking lean, i know imma young god, keep a DSR on me like im playing COD, feel like a mobster, but in
Shooting games imma monster, talked to a girl the other day, yeah i lost her, Glock 30 223, i dont give a
f*ck because ya'll b*tches wanna be wannabes
People wanna act like they know me, but they dont know sh*t about me, im just popping off, no drugs
Im setting examples bruh, i bite into this sh*t like a cannibal, you pus*ys are as slow as mammals bruh
I rap so i manage it, and bet you b*tches can't even manage it, just like people looking fo fights won't
Do sh*t, i got hawkeyes im not a pus*y ass b*tch call him mekhi , punch him to the face yeah he got
Pink eye, then later a black eye, b*tch be swollen, i am not stalling imma keep going not dirty like
These b*tches be hoing, f*ck you b*tch as my slogan, i am no wrestler talking like hulk hogan
I am the one, you will get stunned and after that, im like b*tch im done, b*tch im jeffrey dahmir
Except i never commited manslaughter or any slaughter, or assualt. these b*tches be salty, they need a
Canteen, b*tches looking to pop like a Plan B, Triple Reapstika returns like im the rap reaper im blowing
Up the game like im a f*cking green creeper, sneak disses make the affected b*tches weaker, i rock DC
Yeah you can see it on my motherf*cking sneakers