[Verse 1: C-Ray]

Yeah

Hand 'em the handkerchief

Blue in the fucking face are we till the dudes in the cape deceased

New maneuvers, but same retreat

You was stupid to think I would lose and snooze on my flank, but see I don't sleep

I'mma creep when I speak and lubricate the beat

Come kick it, welcome to the wicked west

Smith and West

The method head and just address him with respect

Hacking I attack he can't deny act like we missed a step

[Laugh?] supplied the wrath and snatched the time that you have ticking left

Niggas get to crying like some bitches and they trying with the disses, but they rhyming insufficient, so they lying with the fishes, or they sleeping or what-have-you once they leaking from the battle

Quick to rattle niggas cages

Then go ape and take the saddle

Shat on every cattle

[Conjured?] stomping losers to manure

You just holler, we maneuver off the spotter and the shooter

Harry Potter when it's time to kill your father, mom and you

The crew is harder

We have gartered, c-cadaver of the booth

And you a martyr

Start that shit and be a part of pit

Make us see the starters act like daughters, try to barter quick

Not Biggie and Pac, a Teddy Rock and Peter Parker shit

The problem be if not for me, your prophecy is not for shit

Y'all gon' see metropolis destruction when I'm slobbering, it's nothing

Cancel Christmas, and if those daisies after y'all gon' push 'em up

Then I go bump the radio and see who has to die

At the slightest sample of that hoe shit that you standing by

That supply of estrogen is high

Vaginal designs, sorry I'm not singing to you hoes, I'm trynna bump and grind

Throw on that R. Kelly bet I'm in her belly every time

Where the cemetery for you fairies and your merry lines

Every time I hear you marshmallows, I just focus on the fire

What it's looking like the day your hocus pocus will expire as I go for throats, I get a dose

A toast and flick the lighter

Let me get the pliers laid, and make it close to Mr. Myers

With the cuts

And a bunch of shit rejected out the air

Wait I rep it out on records while you checking out your spare

Every sentence nigga, West

With every kick and snare we come prepared to get respect, it be the freshest out the chair nigga

[Verse 2: Karma]

Okay, y'all better be ready to ride

If not, you better go hide

I've been going so fast, I can see they jealous inside

Give these rappers a binky and diaper and let 'em cry

Rebelling all the time my men had stole all the line

In the Legion of Doom, where we seeking to boom

Sleeping is you

When we take you fakers, leave 'em in tombs

You bester respect it, never neglected

Don't never mess with us West-ers

See we hotter than severed sweaters while you left in the desert

It's a classic

Meaning something you can never pass

Leave you fuckers more shocked than when Walker got in a crash

Grind until the day I blow bigger than Nicki's plastic ass

And every one of you Chief Keef rappers off of the map

It's a fact that I do this

Rap like I'm toothless, cause I spit and spray fluid at you soft corny cupids

You too stupid for me to listen to what you gotta say

I'd rather quit at life and play some Flappy Bird's every day

What's up?

[Outro: C-Ray]

Yeah

What he said

Karma

C-Ray

We in here

Don't blame us nigga

Don't blame us for your short comings and downfalls

Niggas wack

And this is our house

And we finna protect it

Hmmm shit

5-0-9

Southeast side

Washington State

Oh yeah

Brain