G-D's crips dont matter i bang blue
fucc red they dont matter
i splatter dey brains on da concrete
i run deez streets
watch ya body as it leaks
i stomp dey skulls n kicc out dey teeth
ya u better run u better hide
only at night iz wen i ride
bucc bucc ya u dead as fucc
try ur lucc against me shit first u better ducc
i aint playn dis iz how i get down
i roll wit tha 3point crown
im not unknown jus unheard
but now uve hurr'd ya ikno u scurr'd
im tha shadow behind u wit da glocc to ya head
bang bang muthafucca now u dead


the illest collaboration/
rhymes so tight ya moms catch an orgasm/
don't fathom of goin platinum with weak shit/
cuz im gon crack your cranium/
make you feel pain/
lyrically insane/
if i catch you on the block/
im gon hannibalize your brain/
some say im kinda strange but i couldn't give a fuck less what yall think/
print this shit oout and go round sayinyou wrote this
hopeless to the point you start bitin ppls shit/
fightin ppls wit/
spittin in your face/
tellin i fucked your moms in an uncountable pace/
beat down on your face