{Verse l: Jesus H. Macy}

Born in the caves was a slave

Not a dollar to my name

Conquered then i came

Xilla nigga never tame

Never fold always raise

Always bold not a phase

Fuck the fame i ain't fucking with you lanes

See the vipers through the sniper's lens

Piggies plottin in the pen

Last seen in the slaughterhouse

Never to be seen again

Last seen qr murder scene

Curtains colored burgundy

Wipe my feet before i leave

Call that common courtesy

Wat ? You ain't heard of he

Who Burn em in the third degree

Get the loot like burglary

In her guts like surgery

Or Something Surgical

Stage 4 im terminal

Negrodamus the oracle

Use ya grave as a urinal

Three beats three body bags

EP better then ya tape bet these niggas mad

I Start waves while these lil niggas follows fads

Do more damage than drunk drivers in stolen cabs

{BEAT SWITCH}

{Verse ll:Jesus H. Macy}

Yo this that

Glitch hop

Its the king of the hill top

Too loyal to flip flop

Tell judas to kick rocks

Boy im too hot

Finna heat up ya whole block

Going harder than black ops

Leave you marked by white chalk

Uh Bring the shotty out

Tally up the body count

Potty mouth

Ratking never been a modest mouse

Whats crackalackin

Scorchin niggas like dragons

Leaving they brains bashed in

Thrashing i gotta cash in

Got the bag

Bet i got these niggaa mad

Everyday we in the lab

Master of the pen and pad

Sketching sculptures

Head hunting for vultures

Wanted dead or a Alive

Posted up on my poster

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