it's fantasy to me how crushed ya spine and ripped ya face
ya dead so u ain't coming back like mase
and the only way u can win is by the hands of god's grace
nigga i'll step on ya head like it was grape
and i'll admitt it i should be locked up for rape
cause my words touch u like michael jackson does the kids
and my words molest u like ya father's side of the family did
bitch my lyrics are hot why ya lyrics are not
the only heat ya near is when ya mother's cooking in the pot
i'm looking in ya spot taking what i want
this ain't the apprentice and u ain't donald trumph
nigga i keep my eyes open while i'm closing yours
and leave a echo in ya head like i'm closing doors
i'll lay ya ass down flat and laid on the floor
nigga ya to soft so why step to me i'm hardcore
u step to me and i'm reaching for my handle like it's part of my car door
so nigga get ya cake up
and it's me you'll see standing over ya body with the glock when u wake up
and i wouldn't blame u if u rhymes were late
cause i'm not kit kat but i'll give ya dumb ass a break
and i'm ripping u lil drew
ya heading for the hospital straight for the icu
ya like a ghost i done ripped u so i don't see u
take a look at ya avatar
cause when i'm done ripping u that's gonna be ya battle scar
so nigga back down before u get fucked up
and u don't have to spit cause i know u don't want none




explanantions: 1.)u step to me and i'm reaching for my handle like it's part of my car door
answer: the handles that open up car doors

2.)cause when i'm done ripping u that's gonna be ya battle scar
answer: everybodies gonna make fun of it, that's how i'm gonna leave his head