Rot deep to the MF core

Had a million excuses; you had more

Counting commas

Imma keep it coming honest

Double digits

Steady swishing on opponents

Praying for my downfall

That’ll be your final fantasy

Slaying pussy properly

I put the pro in product

So robotic while y’all obsolete

A part of me is torn between a rock and a hard place

Fuck it

Imma liar

Imma cheater

But my pitch is picture perfect

Derek Jeter

Bitch this isn’t want you want or need either

You was talking all that shit

No one believed ya

Now it’s too late

You got me fucked up

Thinking I could never live without your love but

You know it takes one to know one

We all suck

But some of us know how to boss up

I really don’t give a mother fuck

I never could pretend

Like I ever did

These bitches come and go

But money is forever

You can’t keep your soul

Why you gotta be so cold?

Cold!!

Cause and affect your spawning temper

Mass in effect

Go dig that grave

Gnashing and fucking ashing a brain

Tap tap tap

Grow, wither, and rot away

No way

Your rope of guilts down to the last string

Shame ain’t shit when your not afraid

A billion dissenters so we’re the insane

Don’t you MF know it’s sent from the bottom of your heartless soulless pit?

Imma Art attack

Imma sharpened blade

Imma bark and scrape

Imma carve and scratch

Imma darkened stain on the carpet bled from the arteries of a garbage man

Imma bargain shopper of harder ends

Imma gargoyle gripping while the pistol spits

There ain’t no way out

There ain’t no way in

They already infiltrated

They’re already in your head

Now your locked in sight

Off your rocker again

In their pocket; drenched and your sopping sweat

Will you pull

And pull

And pull the trigger; go

Will you pull

And pull

And pull the trigger; go

Go

Go

Go