*...answer the phone*

Strike strike

Look inside at my eyes at night

Where the color go?

Bitch I'm finna slide that knife

Like Mercutio

Man I'm getting high at night

Like I'm Romeo

I'ma hit a lick get the chips

From the corner sto'

Ain't nobody safe when my clan in the streets

Some be packing that wood others packing mesquites

Not a holiday but we bring family beef

Bar-b-queing them niggas then sit down and eat

Splitin' soft hoes fuck that nigga Bordeaux

No extraditing I'm lost in Peru

My flow so sick someone pass it some soup

Somе deeper lyrics be sticking like gluе

My demons hiding out inside of my eyes

They're inside my head being loud

Please be quiet

You get your order of death with some fries

Do what you do for that bread serve them pies

Bodies in the house I smell them decay

Rosaries 'round my neck and they're ready to hang

Liquor on my breath as I'm on yo bitch brain

Call me the new John doe cause I have not a name

I have not a soul

I'm eating our lives out the bowl

You mad well then take back control

I cannot console

I cannot make you comfortable

Just sit back and watch like a show

I'm burning through Canada

Cannabis giving me stamina

Xanax turn me to an animal

Sippin' on lean double cups like a danimal

Pass me some shrooms I'm two steps from a cannibal

Slit on the throat of your baby and granny

Cut out the heart of the kids handy-manny

And yo parents not safe I lure them with some candy

I stash all the organs inside my new fanny