[Hook: Mediumjay]

Back for another one, Nigga loadin' up the gun

Like dalmatians bitch, I got a hundred one of them

(2x)

[Verse 1: Mediumjay]

Step in the place point the Glock to your face

Fuck around with the CatPack you'll get sprayed like mace

But with other ulterior motives, Weapons are potent

Bullets bouncing back you only see the shell tip

Met you on Logan, You already know the slogan

I announce this shit before it happens, call me Joe Rogan

But I don't need rogaine, Watch the souls float away

These guns sound like thunder, pull it, now your in trouble

Catch a couple, you'll be placed 6 feet under

Into a slumber, Grab the shovel or some other Detective Undercover

Cause I'm raping your kids, killing your wife and your mother

With my brother

[Bridge: Mediumjay (Changed Pitch)]

I got Trouble on my mind, so much trouble on my mind

Trouble on my mind, I got trouble on my mind

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Patrick Bateman]

Oh no, it's the CatPack, A pack of half blacks what the fuck are you laughing at?

Fucking punching niggers in their damn backs, I fuck blacks over like my name was Katt Stacks

So full of myself, I'm full of myself, I'd be eating myself out if I wasn't living on my friends couch

In the apartment, the bitch shouldn't have started, Now her bodies getting hardened in the motherfucking garbage

On top of the carpet, That I stole from your mommies two bed room apartment

Homicides I started by the age of 3 by 5 I'd kill a group of wise guys

MIKEG dude and the g stands for genocide, Pretend to die

Is what you faggets better do when your standing next to this guy, Ummm

The PackCat, We'll put a bomb in your little sisters back pack

Bring the pieces to your mom and tell her she can have that

Your girl's digging on me mostly sitting on piece

My dick is your girlfriends holiday feast, CatPack Bitch

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Mediumjay and Cadence]

Mediumjay

I'm a fucking walking paradox, Methods are unorthodox

Who would've predicted I would've brought night vision when it's dark

In your park, Catch you when your tryna park

Spray you down, You'll be lucky if you can ever walk

Ready like an eagle, Eyes focused like a hawk

P-90 with the rubber grip so my firearms don't lock

Low recoil is a must, we bring Glocks when we box

Cadence

Writers block cleared, Homie I'm something to fear

All I do is veer, Like a stolen shopping cart at sears

Fix it up a little, shooting bark shit out my pistol

I'm coming out of my corner, no waiting on for the Whistle

Finish bottles of sprite, stomping hard in my nikes

Busy writing bars, while you suckers be flying on with them kites

Wasting time that's alright, but don't tell me to dumb it down

I'm writing them nasty verses, lack of words, Go check the lost and found