Fly, man, you know what I'm saying, dog?

Nigga, peep everything out, sit back, relax, you know what I’m saying?

We got all these motherfucking performers for you

We got Mr

Y-U-G

We got Soul

We got Scraps

And we got Mr

Freeze, you know what I'm saying?

Now, y'all don’t know how wicked I can get

Sick of being ridiculed for the shit that I spit, but fuck anybody ain't down

With scraps

I make your lungs collapse when I bust raps

Perhaps weak-minded, it's diluted, they leverage

Adrenaline rush in their heads, making them hemorrhage

My eyeballs bleed when I'm thinking of a kill

Maybe you'll be next, depending on how I feel

I get ill, gotta tap one in at the pharmacy

That's why tap breathe strong like an army, making your ears bleed more than my

Wrists when they slit

Getting pissed, everybody wanna diss this shit, but I coach like an Iraq Z

Cutting your throat with a Gillette Mach 3

I beats the aggressor, anatomy professor

Knock a bitch out to impress her, then I undress her

Pushing the rise and mirroring the mascara

I'm what a girl wants, go ask Christina Aguilera

The tightest wicked, horror core, crazy motherfucker

V scraps, step back

Now I'm taking over this world

I would change all the police to let us sleep in these caskets

Is where they sleep six feet deep

For one, the AMT, you stayin’ on my ass

Niggas breathe so they bleed

That’s from talkin' that trash, nigga

Mutilations, informations, mortifications

You build all my homies into the world, and they hate it, indicate on the dark

Spread the backwards

He’s a pro, nigga north, nigga nigh, nigga north

When you see a young geek, recognize that we from the house

Used to be crazy, can't nobody phase me

Or should I say we lazy?

Or should I say us having the fear?

Now tap breathe, ready to bust

Bullets, they plush, you hit

Niggas adding you up, subtracting you up like a bitch

Bullets stacking you up, so all my niggas lock down from low town, roll down

However you want, nigga, we take it to the deep town

Hip hop cats ain't giving no respect, but fuck waste of breath

Rather put a mic and check one, check two

Late, I'm gunning rhymes to the eight, flip 16, 32 dip, and then some weight

Concentrate on my feet, the sound breaking vocabulary

Silly second theory with my half the devil’s penny

Remember that, only sendin' rhymes for my dance

When this shit dries, it does, collected in the shaft on the rack

From Detroit City to the YAC

I know you ain't smoking, but uh, catch a contact

Stunned with my raps like mama

Catch a check and off, coming at me hard, but uh

Leaving packets off, keep the rapping off

You could never catch my tempo

Rob your rights, let me return it, told you I was meant to flexibility

Got Robin, dropping independent names

Uh, virus thing, a virus thing

Not the whole world, shot to escape

Throw my deadly vocab

Whole slaps of emcees on grills collapse

With each other, going through so much pain

I'm so intense, they commit defense

Tons of raps that I spent fucking seconds on

Taking niggas centuries to unlock

Bullcock the world microscope

Their heads in red, the box

As they be planning, commanding my evil side to unleash

No peak disease

I leave them dead in the streets

For the first time, witness the messages

The menace side to the menace

Every time they spin this

No tears to step in my sector

Burn them on contact

Every move you make causes me to react

Look out, you pays in my shit

Like you a criminal thief

We have the sentence I speak

Unleash subliminal words that curve

To have the strongest committed and have you fitted for caskets

You lifted

It's a nice place to visit, what?