This story begins with your life ends dead like a cul-de-sac

Walk with a stack like I'm balling off the sale the of sacks

Put back dunks like DeAndre Jordan

I catch you in the dead of night leave your loved ones mourning

I'm like prescriptions, too much of me could put you out ya misery

Good head pussy fresh

That's all that shawty meant to me

Started From the Bottle guess it's history repeated

I pluck the harp of a god, snatch the wings off a demon

I'm 3 metaphoric for 5.0

This shit illegal the Blanks y'all be Kicking like Tae•Bo

I'm liable to Burn a nigga where he stand like a Kat Stacks BJ

Not Zendaya but ya got me on Replay

Drop a Fly rhyme just to keep the niggas talking

Stay with a 9 like the Point Guard for Boston

Give the kid Credit no matter what it's Costing

Coming for Capital In Ya Wallet like Alec Baldwin

Morning Wood Table had Breakfast On Tiffany

Crossovers got you looking like the star of Misery

Initially enlisted to kill a nigga named Will at will

Prophesied from my conception to infancy

Inflicting injury on enemy infantry literally

Novacaned up is the only way you ain't Feeling me

SLICK. Innovation got you slipping catch you whipping take a wisten make ya engine do a spinout

I'm not swole...

But don't try me I'll knock a bitch OUT

Hands quick as V-Card holders dicking a bitch

Skinny Goldberg with the cold urge to make you Pussies Bleed Heavy like Fat Bitches in White Linen after Labor Day

"Crime Scene!"

"Rap niggas can't rhyme no more when I step through the door!"

I think it's bout time I put ya numbers on the board

Blew her Back Out she call my dick the Spine Buster

No HHH, me and 3 bitches a Triple Date

XXX when I'm with ya woman

Her and the game the same they'll never see me coming

Prime got you Odd niggas taking Numbers Even Carey did a Line

Cooking Dope ass Hooks got em Fiending for the rhymes

You ain't never hit the Blunt singing Bong Songs

I'm getting Head no Limbs, Mr. Oblong

She tried to put a Silver fucking Medal on my Long John

Tisk-tisk

Mad cause yo man's O-Limp-Dick

Tough Shit, like what Gorillas Throw

Cooley High as shit, Balls Bluer than the Indigo

Oh never that I Choke the Chicken like a Red-Neck

Crazy 'nough to snort 9 lines of crushed xanex

"Hi Alex"

Grinding like Malice

Go Hard as a Old Callus

Don't challenge this Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon Balance talons

"You a Asshole"

Naw I'm just Anal about saying Shit that shouldn't be said about certain people

Like niggas who hated the album would ride Pusha T's nuts

"STATIC you suck..."

"WELL YOU CAN SUCKA DEEZ NUTS!"

You'd be lucky to get a fuck, like an AIDS-Riddled Nymphomaniac who advertise her condition

You constantly wishing my skill would diminish

Like a Good Behavior sentence

But I got these niggas Waving like the Angels Won the Pennant

Quick to Bust but I'm never Finished

Coming off the attic to the page

Bitch remember the name

"THE REMAINS!"

STATIC