Imma have fun with this one

[Verse]:

System sittin' shavy, listen in the travy

Bitch I'm burnin' swishers, hittin' switches in the caddy

Got this certain gift to make your bitch take off her panties

Cause I'm hot enough to where my fans are even tryna fan me

And I'm, feelin' lifted but I'm twisted on this brandy

And I keep the shit beside me just in case it come in handy

The way I murder records you could call me son of Sammy

You ain't nothin' but a bum that had to run and underhand me

They say it takes some nuts to have the guts to understand me

Haters would love to get him in cuffs until he's seducted drugged with xannies

Mad because my bitch has got the thickest fuckin' fatty

While your chick is lookin' busted like a liquor drunkin' tranny

This the proposition, you could diss the composition

Or just sit to stop to listen how there is no competition

Just admit it's nonexistent

I'm the shit while yall just pissin'

Try to sit in my position

Rhyme as if it's my religion

Shit's a life decision

Got this gift to rhyme sufficient

If I could switch it

I would wish that I could give the blind their vision

Menace gettin' crazed when they let us hit the stage

This medicine I blaze is to benefit my ways

I'm accelerate, will never take a sec to hit the brakes

I'm expecting them to praise all this excellence displayed

Infecting them as if they been infected with the plague

Or injected with some venom that's collected from a snake

I knew this crazy fuck who'd daily tuck a blade

Had this thing for cuts to tape you shut and make you fuckin' beg

Dangerous his neighbors stayed the fuck away

The type of nut to shank you up then shinkle up your legs

His face was flushed from all the angel dust he takes

Turned his brains to slush as if he's just been daily chuggin' kegs

It's crazy cause they say his anger comes in waves

And that thang he clutch will make you fuckers fade to dust so pray

I'll ease up off that rhyme man

Ain't mean to cause no fight fam

Deep and dark my mind can't

Seem to stop with my rants

It's me, my dawgs, with five grams of nice grass for my stash

Speakers on that high blast

Lets see how long this night lasts

Try this, I'm high fast

Hi bitch, you like cash?

I know a couple pimps who'd like to finance your fine ass

Joking though, "I laugh"

Feel the force of my wrath

Clear the course in my path

I'll pierce a sword in your back

There's people born to just perform these torturous acts

And you'll be fortunate if they just force a fork up your ass

I'm basically a pro now, with pronouncing pronouns

Hold down my whole team with profoundly dope sounds

Hoes bouncing both cheeks

They're programed to go 'round

No hand she don't need a whole count to go down

Shakin' it with the flow now

Repetitive is your whole style

Takin' a hit till I zone out

This is the kid that you don't doubt