Released on September 18, 2024

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[Intro - Infinity888]

Red in my cup, mix in some syrup, yuh, huh, haa, yeah

Heard a pussy boy talking, walkin', haa, yah

Fuck you talking about, pussy boy, BITCH!


[Verse 1 - Infinity888]

I JUST FUCKED YOUR MOM

SHE TRAUMATIZED, VIETNAM, DAMN

I JUST GOT MYSELF A KILL STREAK, UH

PUSSY BOY WANNA COME GET ME, AYE

KILLED A GUY LAST WEEK HE GOT, delete

DEFEAT, KILLING ON THE LOOSE GOT ME SWEET

HE WAS TALKING RECKLESS, SO I LEFT HIM ON A STRETCHER

NOW HE DEAD FOREVER, HE WAS TALKING SHIT, GAVE HIM TERROR


[Interlude - Infinity888]

Fuck, shit, ha ha ha, shit, bitch

Left him on the stretcher

Bitch wanna have sex I'm like "whatever"

Nigga wanted to fight, at least I have a contender, uh, yuh


[Verse 2 - CSL]

I murder rap insurgents, sacrificing virgins

I’m swerving, your life roads taking a turn and

I’m parking that shit, 5 shots in the dark don’t get hit

It’s miraculous if your brains don’t go splat when I blick

It’s lavish when I spit, I been in the lab penning shit

Penmanship on ten, I’m bound to snap on this bitch

Send a sign to god that false facade has been falsified

I’ll never run out of fuel when I drop til my pen has been fossilized

Illiterate alliteration, illustrating with the demonstration

Ink been staining the page and infiltrating your administration

Damn this shit banging, better hope my anger’s restraining

Or a world of pain is sure to fuck with your imagination

I don’t fuck with the false image y’all been displaying

I can’t sit complacent, if I don’t fuck with you I’m gonna say shit

I’m the final boss of this game y’all been playing

Leveling up, just face it I’m a god terrorizing, and you ain’t shit


[Interlude - Infinity888]

Huh, yeah, that shit sick though, uh, bitch!


[Verse 3 - Infinity888]

You ain't say shit, Choppa on me, aim quick

Ironic how you were the one talking, pathetic

All of your music you been dropping, generic

I been crafting the style, gunsmith

All the whack rappers is a epidemic

Cappers that are rappers, they need a medic

Their flow is a synthetic, my flow is embedded

Temperature rising, they tested for tricks

All of the lies, all of the spies, they all desperate

Tempted to drive over to their houses and make them injected

Sick of the hoes, sick of these flows, I'm sick of the

Sick of the shows, sick of the woes, sick of the


[Outro - Infinity888]

Sick of the, shit!

Sick of my old bitch!

I ain't kill the opps but I left em' with a stitch!

Aye!