[verse 1]

[Sage]

So here I sit.. looking through Kaleidoscopes

A guy who's dope, writing raps with 90's cats, besides his flow he's kind of dope

Play charades, wave and say - Hi to hoes

Paper plate and razorblade in front of me, I'll slice you bro..

I tend to be in the kitchen spitting writtens right beside the stove

Inside his home, aggressive session writing and reciting flows

Don't - need no company, no fun to me, he likes his own

The vial broke, avoid this kid he's poisonous with mics and flows

Picked up the microphone like, "boy was this a milestone"

Sit back, enjoy the flick, deploying six to find your home

Better hide bitch - don't try to dial phones

Cops ain't helping, look outside at the sight of piled bones

Drop kicks, getting passed out like them chopsticks

Got this, witty spazz mouth and that god spit

Hot shit, getting spat out pretty often

Ya'll sit - shitty ass couch where yo dog sit

[verse 2]

[Syne]

Don't worry, this ain't poison, drink it

These other rappers just toys and trinkets that I got from the convenience store this weekend

I'm so hot like I'm boarding phoenix, so I'll strangle you with a - cord and squeeze it

Leaving you torn to pieces on the concrete floor and bleeding

Executions, leaving a lord to see it

Morbid dreamin of a rhyme smith, my life is -

Something of a scary movie

Blade to your neck, you too scared to shoot me

I'll beat you til you're barely moving, choking on blood and staring through me

I'll rip your esophagus, make you cough and piss all over your daughter hollies' dress

I'm sending body parts to your mom and friends

Pushing shopping carts full of bombs and shit

Rolling the bombest piff.. in the elevator

I'm hot as shit, saving hell for later

They said he lost is grip so it's karate flips and kicks

I'm committing crimes not-so-victimless

I'll toss you off a frickin bridge you simple bitch