[Verse :1]

Scribble it up, attitude like not given a fuck

Rippin the mic like every single night, not given it up

I will kill for the thrill and a bit of the fun

I'm fucken' nuts go inside like i'm destined for it

This time of the night man its best to ignore it

Stress less when I press record get my thoughts out

Was a mess before

But i'm set for war, keep on talkin' out ya' mouth

Be rest assured I won't rest til I spread blood on every wall

Ain't talkin' in metaphors, you split first hit like a tennis ball

Shit line heard that before

Snap then I bash and smash the walls

Walkout the house leave an axe at the door

Temper is snappin' not az' anymore

This ain't a tragedy this is just actually part of my life

When i give into gravity fall on the floor with a force

And the porcelain breaks i just laugh in insanity

Cd drops go buy it at sanity

Check it out now hey wats happening

Bitch suck my dick when i'm driving travellin'

I won't lie girl you fly like javelin

What have ya' got bitchgirl' yeah your swaggers hot

You wanna party wid' me suck my dick and go n' bash some cops

Wanna come and do a stick up with me girl and spend it large

We only gonna have them greenbacks fuck a credit card

[Hook]

I'm fucken wild still who said I changed now?

What you thinkin' for a second Rates Would lay down?

I'm fucken laughin' at em far ahead so slow me down!

Obviously if you don't know me that well then you know me now!

[Verse :2]

I'm spillin' it raw, I feel I am killin em all, I was the biggest prick of em al'

I'd bash the other kids if he didn't give in, or just give me the ball

Things that I thought about were, getting an earn and i'd walk around hurt

Nothing to do but, my ground work thinking to rort

The skinniest kid of em all, kick with my shins n a shiv in the ribs and you fall

Get in a brawl since i could crawl, ready for war you hearin' my call

I'm floatin' with this flow i'm rappin' like a drummer hits

Precision technique rappers couldn't fuck with this

You thinkin' of callin' me out? you think I ain't workin' you out

You think that im shit when i've written up hits that are splittin' ya' wig

When I spit this ridiculous sound

Other crews we kickin' you out sittin' you down shoutin' out how it is

You couldn't live how I love sniff the fucken powder bitch

Funny how they turn into some hoes and then get out there tits

When rates or kerse' about to jump on stage or about to spit

A maniac with rappin' attackin' all of ya' thought up patterns

Shouldn't of left me here alone with myself of course i'm snappin'