(Fuckit) I'll have your eyes looking like kirby (puckett)
when I'm (muggin you) –
(stuck wit) a fool that will put (slugs in you), sleepy like it's (drugs in you)
cause you've been (served) like (orderves) from a (thugs menu)
bet not see your weak ass performing cause I'm shootin (up the venue)
and don't care were the (fuck I sent you)
rather it be (Heaven or Hell) aint (lettin scars dwell) amongst anyone I’m (kin to)
on the low murderous with (Hell’s deception) my shots (perfection)
posting up in this bitch like (Kevin Mchale) with a smith and (wesson)
dip in pla-ti-num - ga-tin - 'em till you lead the funeral (procession)
don't give a fuck if you on a suburb, rural, or (metroplexin)
I'm disectin, bitch mcs into sevens for (disrespectin)
now that's seven (lessons) a number for (blessins)
but i'm blessed with ripping (flesh from men’s) (chest and) expose the heartless.
Your artless and I’m her to mark bitches and end their mic (session).
Another cleanzzing by fire so let’s spark this.

‘The Cleazzing has begun’ SIZZ