[Intro]

I don't really see nobody fucking with this nigga right here man

I know 'cause I'm from them Western and I'm the only mother fucker down here fucking with

[Verse 1]

This is the bloodbath of the mumble

Make 'em stumble, tired of being humble, throw 'em down a death tunnel

Pussy boys always live a long life (Ugh)

I can take it all away with a strong knife

Met your chick once, her mouth was on my shlong twice

Bitch made my toes curl in these old mics

Elite OG, lows will stomp a mud hole in your chest and let barrettas flow

God told me I better glow in this profession of rapping

Amazing shit out my mouth

Holding my blessings until another one come around

I make albino niggas turn brown

Rotisserie goldfish to my old bitch

Meaning that shit dead

See me out here, naw you don't pussy boy you fled

We can see the smoking coming from your feet

You and I both know I can smell defeat (Sheesh)

[Bridge]

Nigga got the fuck up outta there

Got the fuck up out of there

[Verse 2]

I don't hang out with bitch guys

Y'all al looking like some shit pies

Get fried with torches as a shorty

I used to sit on porches

Now I post up rolling my forest inside a fortress

Nigga I was once a fucking gorgeous orphan

Now I'm a big bad wolf that's allergic to porridge

Divorces form all the rappers that showed disloyal attributes

Passion fruit inside the diamond swisher, chug the apple juice

Laughing real loud, blowing the loud

Wake up neighbors from about eight miles

Have your face looking like a prune

You rappers wear a lot of chains just so you can hide the noose wounds

All you weak rappers is disgusting

Buckle up with all your endeavors I'm still nothing to fuck with

That's why niggas won't step in the ring for a bout

Soon as they step in the ring they never come back out (Ouch)

It's a shame how shit change

Get brains while reading a textbook about the best crooks

And the rest of these rappers is history, they ain't shit to me

They sign these contracts but stay in misery

[Interlude]

That's a pussy boy attribute (Straight up, straight up)

[Verse 3]

Vinyl with the OB stribe

I know it's right for me to be the best

Niggas owe me life

Fuck them niggas they can keep living

The phoniness is gonna eat them from the inside, no worries

I'm just in the back getting fried, man I'm tired f whack shit

That's the kind of shit that make me wanna stop rapping

[Outro]

If you stop rapping then it's gonna be a real fucking crisis

You should not do that there brother