[Intro]

Uh, ahah

It's that butter shit niggas know I always never stutter with!

Check the styles, check it, uh, peep it

[Verse 1]

I re-up on bad dreams, bag up screams in fifties

Be up on mad schemes that heat shop like jiffy-pop

Shit, instant, get smoked like Winston cancers

And cut halves through them since when gangsters too

In real life, the real trife scene

Might steal your life with the assault machine

Rifle, dead up, it's a setup like bull-fight

Be blunted how we like can't white or in full flight

(X) the Unemotional, call me anti-social

On the run from off the gun death tally commercial

Death valley is like rehearsal to the streets

To my peeps, [?] one-two's on beats

Like the weapons of war

Now you keep from steppin' on my floor, or delivery front door

Special, (ed) and motherfuckers master yours

My disaster causes you: Hell in them gas drawls

The SuperVillain, cooler than a million, I be chills

Still quick to slice squares like Sicilians

Don't make me have to hurt them feelings

I'll ruin you in the dirt that I be doin' in my dealings

Sendin' spirits through the ceilin', chrome peelin'

Dome blown, in the comforts of your own home

Grown, big wheelin', high rollin'

I hold the lye, I keep the sty on my eye swollen

[Break]

Bitch, nigga, switch the style

X a massive-versatile

Big up to Monster Isle..

I saw you in Hell with them gas drawls

Peep it

[Verse 2]

To my brother Subroc and Black Jewel, I crack brew for (you)

Two more, three men, two up, I hit the brew up

Like nobody knows how X the Unseen feels

When giving crews a brush with death like between meals

Two times a day with brothers who's tight like a noose

With more rhymes in use than Dr. Seuss or motherfuckin' mother goose

X the suspicious flirter

That every hooker hearda', next to malicious murder

Track is type vicious fulfillin' ya pipe wishes

The misses may be legal minus the baby eagle

Any given summer's eve don't breathe

Sixteen shots I do believe and one up the sleeve (Man)

Master of the O to predict your last pause

I told you, Hell and Gas Drawls

Breakin' glass and plastic jaws like federal drastic laws

Fed up from fightin' secret wars with them Fantastic Fours

(With the invisible bitch) versus Doom with the Metal Face

Before I go to state, the ho better settle case

The flow is at pedal pace, steady like tricycles

Beware all suckers is froze like icicles

I'm bagging bitches like nickels

'Cause I licked 'em where they tickle before I hit the clit though

I'ma split till I pronounce, more hits than a ounce, no doubt

About to bounce, X the Unannounced, I'm out

[Outro]

And I'd like to give a shoutout to my man Jet Jaguar

You know, D-Smooth, B-One

Master of the O

I call this joint

In hell with them Gas Drawls