Man my lyrics are my weaponry, I'll fire off a full clip
You runnin' blind around your stable trippin' over bullshit
every hit I'm droppin' comin' courtesy with closed fists
you're opposite of hot
continue flowin' out that cold piss.
Career is hopeless while Michael John the dopest
piranha in the tank
devour haters up like goldfish
Disposin' those who choke like the throats that I blow my load in
I think it's time to hang it up
I'll show you where the rope is.
Show you what dope is
I'm coastin' in that cool breeze
got my music wrapped around their souls up now like shoe strings
fuck what your crew brings I'm king of the mountain
now watch me swallow bottle rockets down and shit out fountains
I'm fuckin' loud
celebratin' in the faces of doubters
too busy bein' the greatest and at the top's where they found us
appearin' fresh
straight brim, green up under the lids
your style lookin' more fucked than Sam Bernstein's kids
Now hear me out
What you think that you got it?
Nadda
your product is garbage
why don't you bite off your own ear?
Cause what you're doings retarded
I get it started and hit harder than Floyd did to Cotto
continue sippin' on your wine coolers screamin' out yolo
I'm on a roll
fuckin' amateurs I'll damage your pride
messin' with a heavyweight
start perkasizing your rhymes
they're fallin' flat like I stuck a stick into your spoke
you're flyin' off of the handle and landed in the road with no clothes
confidence stripped you tripped
made my appearance
these fans flipped for my shit
we see you no longer near us
I got reservations under greatest takin' a seat
losin' control with the flow like when you're pissin' and sneeze
I need an IV
droppin' sick lines so you can buy me a handicap sticker but find me in the fast lane
fill up the gas tank
propane to a match case
thoughts from a balcony man the kid did his damn thing.