[Verse 1]

Now I’m a georgia boy

This shit my stomping grounds

And when it comes to rappin

I lack time to fuck around

If a fuck boy run his mouth

Won’t be a chore to knock him out

Everybody knows that I’m a spitta

And you’re cottonmouth

You niggas snakes..

..shadier than slim

You break a leg…

Whereas I sever limbs

I run this bitch

You tiptoeing like Tiny Tim

I don’t give it too much thought

I just murk verses on a whim

Yo shit is Riff Raff

Rap music plus you’s a mismatch

I wish that you fools would get that

You drop tracks then I will dispatch

Dispose of you with no chit chat

You know how the saying goes...

Time is money and I wouldn’t drop a dime on none of you folks

But at the drop of a dime

Im blockin out niggas tryna blockout my shine

I leave em amazed, I’m gaining some praise

Lately these days when I chop up a rhyme

I saw the big picture

Yo ass wasn’t in the frame

I don’t put up with you

I put you boys to shame

[Verse 2]

When I drop a track

I’m shouting “bombs away"

I’m on the road to riches

And you ain't even on the way

I got the crowd rocking and rolling like I’m supposed ta

I’ma have your favorite rappers posted portrait on a poster

Man I spit sincere, they disappear like Houdini

I’m at these niggas necks like Sweeney

Todd, the demon Barber

I hope you have no feelings harbored

That are bad, cause I’m brash with no compassion left offer

Cause these girls done sucked me dry, told me lies, and conspired

Karma’s a bitch, and lady luck’s a fucking liar

And all of these things have added up

So now it seems I’ve had enough

I’m dismantling the infrastructure of a fucker acting up

And my crew smack up who actin tough

I don’t give a damn about (so and so or) such and such

Rap game set on Cluster Fuck

Yeah, and thats the truth to me

I’m got the fruits of my labor

While these boys rapping fruitlessly

[Verse 3]

Befo' I rip this 3rd verse

You’d betta ready the 3rd hearse

I’m Nerdy nigga done turned terse

And I don’t spit for absurd perks

I do this shit cause I’ve heard worse

And it only just seems to worsen

You rap thespians be like "lets begin"

But I’m tryna "close the curtain"

I’m cursing the person diverting away from the skill

You niggas ain’t working you’d rather get twerk, chill, and lurk in the field

Niggas out here snorting blow

Im in the lab contortin’ flow

Don’t care yo ass enormous hoe

Finna watch my stash and portion grow

Ayo

I take that flow, hit reset

Ball out like it’s a reflex

My word is law, it’s precept

I’m banging thru yo presets

If you throwing shade, I deflect

A lying hoe, I detest

Runnin things for so damn long

I need to let my feet rest

I’m the best, the illest

Sick like, Syh-phillys

And I’ll be the last man standing, I’m Unbreakable like Willis

Yeah, and thats the truth to me

I ain’t reciting verses, I’m reading eulogies