Spit verbal grenades
lyrical bullets sprayed
cowards get buried in graves
nobody can fuck wit AK
It aint nothin for me to murder you
the mack'll make ya head a drop-top convertible
while you lyin horizontal, i'm standin vertical
the illest to ever spit, the flow is burnin you
If you get hit from the glocks when they blast
you wont be able to breathe, you need a fuckin oxygen mask
these bitches just drop and they gasp
You'll get put in plastic, but i ain't talkin no zip-lockin bag