Yo

Kapone losing ta the gauge is ya fate//

When I get done wit ya you'll wearing a big ass sign across ya chest that say"I got shited on by 88"//

Non of ya fucken internet rappers can never relate//

I send shots ta the right side of ya dame and make the left side
of ya brain. bake//

Only 15 but if I had the glock I can probably do it//

If you talk bullshit I'll snatch ya jaw off witt ya esphacus still attached to it//

Rocket fuel for saliva so I spew it//

Throw a struck match ta the ground and laugh as the fire is attracted to it//

I going ta silence all ya babbling//

My rymez that I spit will travel like a fucken jalven//

and stabb ya in the fucken abdomen//

My rymez paralyze//

Causing ya flow to be disabled//

I'm able//

ta cut ya vocal cord cables//

I spit rymez that will have ya dead on a stainless steel autopsy
table//