Ya locked up, I step in to the jail, makin

My way to you, erasin' dudes

Cast a shadow over ya bars, I see your bare face is

Colorless, but I'll leave you there, layin'

With an outline, I mean I'm leavin' your cell shaded

Hop over the border, land

On my torn up hands before you can

Touch me, I'm sure I am on the other

Side of the country like the Tour de France

Got knee pads for the cyclin

What the hell, I meant y'all gon' need pads 'for your cycle ends

Where should I begin? I guеss we could just start in Paris

Cuz I feel like you should get acquaintеd to what this pair is

There is a similarity to the tower when I point

My bullets thick at the base and it only gets thinner down right to the point

I'll get down right to the point, I'm better than you

And I'm writing down the points now so don't you get it confused

This stuff you never could do, but you don't get it, do you?

I don't let up, my lead is 0.7, so yes my pencil is better than you

Even if you thinkin ya number one

You ain't been thinkin up all this stuff

Basically came in and then you just named me "son of a gun"

But ay if my mothers a gun, that means I am the bullet

So I still go thru your head when I be rhymin' to the fullest

"this fucktard's rappin' gun bars, he ain't ever grabbed a gun in his life"

You motherfuckers are right, I don't use a gun when I fight

But what its like is I got a bayonet the way my gun bars cut like a knife

This sound of silence, I just thought it was a call for Ori

To come and stomp on your beat

I'm gonna cop the forty- four revolver

If y'all don't stop the snoring

I saw the four Z's

And the way that y'all ignore me

Whenever I'm talkin toward ya

I'll be droppin' bombs, destroying

All of y'all with bars till forty

Y'all go drop some bars just for 'tea'

God, your awful songs are boring

Y'all remind of Ben 10 cuz all of y'all got lots of Morphine

Sippin' up on lots of your lean like it was a Monster sports drink (Sheesh)

And you probably got it for free

You should go and take a look at the snot from your sneeze

Its most likely a different color from all the rocks you're snorting

And its also crazy how in all ya songs, you're always horny

But I did not come preach or nothin

Did not come to teach a lesson

Leave you to rot on the streets, and you all should believe youre dead when

I got me the reaper's weapon

I'm poppin', ya bleedin' headless

And I'm gonna be the next that's

Unstoppable, beatin' records

I hop on a beat and end it

Ya noggins, I eat for breakfast

Along with some meat and eggs

And the rocks from ya teeth and necklace

I robbed in ya sleep you bet that

Ya pockets, I leave 'em empty

And I'm gonna be so heavy I'll

Knock out and sleep, and if

You can call you can leave a message

Cuz I'm gonna be a minute

Got me a team of henchmen

An army for me if any

Singers songs gettin' leaked then bet that

You all gettin' redirected

Like i dropped you a link, I guess that's...

Why they call me the schemin' wizard

Damn... I'm off the beat again and

Shit, happens so often you think I'm never-