[Verse 1]

Watch me kill this beat, with these sixteens

Six feet under this track i lay

Some fuck with me others salty like a pack of lays

Other niggas sleeping like they taking naps all day

But that's ok

Imma wake em from they rest

That nigga Nathan on my left, i got Chris on my right

We DeLaDot still getting niggas nervous

We the illest persons when it comes to spitting verses

See you thought I sold my soul till you caught me at your Sunday service

I'm worthless to a serpent till i surface

No need to sweat em, the love i got for music in my genes no denim

See I'm really trying to eat so i'm grinding for the green no letuce

When it comes to these rappers yo this homie? yea he fears none, gnasty gnarly give euphoria to your ear drum

[Verse 2]

Yo these bars jaw dropping

Just started spitting so you know i'm not stopping

Trying to see a billi fuck a non believer

Shit they know i spazz on the beat like i caught a seizure

Gnasty gnarly heating up like i caught a fever

I'm here to win, i refuse to take an L

Being broke ain't an option either cause that shit be lame as hell

[Verse 3]

Gnasty slaughter these actors posing as rappers

I shit on these niggas then i empty my bladder

Ain't a volcano but you know i'm spitting magma

Rather keep it real... then fake it for the glitz n glamour

Kiss my pampers if you disbelieve, dissing me or simply just an obstacle

I destroy my competition leave em sleeping in a hospital

Spit game stupid, illogical

I'm trying to be phenomenal

I stay motivated so your hatred yo its harmless

Imma make it yo regardless why niggas even bother?

Watch you stay at the bottom while your nigga gnasty prosper

Ion trust a soul, i watch my back and keep it straight like i watch my posture

Brush my shoulder pop my collar cause i'm the fucking faeces and i think its evident

I know i'm elegant

You can never fuck me over like i'm celibate

Got these niggas hella bent

So they plotting on my demise and disguise themselves with a friendly face

I ain't gotta worry cause i know it wouldn't work any way

You need to earn the title of a friend like its heavy weight

[Verse 4]

Spitting verbal bullets watch me cock this shotty back

Pull the trigger leave the fucking mic in a body bag

Got these non believers in denial

Cause gnasty gnarly flow like the Nile

My fucking rhymes dirty like a farmer's finger nails

And i slaughter instrumentals everytime i spit a tale

Niggas just starting to peep these bars

Bitch you late like you missed the bell

See i'm dope got your nose rosy n your cheeks

Niggas been sleeping like they cosy in em sheets, let em sleep

Imma keep grinding till i sail the seven seas, and the gates of heaven creek, when they open

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