Blow to the nose like the force of a shotgun

When the cops come my body is pure sawdust

Profit off of robbing the block at dark off one

So when you hear the pop of the Glock, you know my cock's touched

Found my purpose in living a little bit ago

Its ripping clitorises of instrumentals and slitting foes

Get into the hole, the bridges im hitting will explode

And if you didn't listen, i hope you can withstand a blow

Breathe slow when pillaging villages in the snow

Gold printed hoes' the motive knowing im kelly rowland

Without the ow, the land, thе notoriety

But after this is outed, thе roads coated in urine i layed

Play defense and i off it on entrance

Due to my sentences exiting out my paper

Its safe to say, rapping is second nature whenever im posted up at a morgue attempting to set ablaze a flame

Move right and your handy manny is left deceased

Clueless when im exiting, dawg, you know your friend is bleeding out his torso? moreso, youre the fourth to go

The fingers in the cut and im thumbing through all the swords to throw

Nigga youre toast, say cheese before i break the mold

Recreating bane and bruce wayne when taping this bitch

Getting her backbone stolen early this morning

Cause my wood is getting swollen and bitches wanna resort to hoe shit

Cold villain with a holy sentence

Rolling in a rover in october, my soul is amiss

In the abyss with the flows given from solace

Even then, my shit's a pathogen, grasp it and youll know that its sick

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Niggas dying, unlikely that theyll survive in this

Four story dive in a live fire my lighter flicked

To all my niggas who wanted a flow slower

Im slathering molasses on top of me to arrive in it

Your bitch came and noticed the role of me was a fighter

As soon as i hit the coast, yet still tried it, i like it

Since rolling over limbs in a locomotive is my refreshment

Inside this cold vicinity where that life's arrested

I still pull up with a knife in vest

Mind still primal, the opium wars never ended

Swerve inside a hijacked fighter jet in the wild west

And crash into the bermuda triangle and die a vet

Tie a bomb onto my house, set it for 90 seconds

Smile down in hell as piled debris fly and tear shit

One hundred and ninety miles an hour

When it smashes through a window, snatches the lives of your bestfriends

Just a written from the truly sickest

14 year old doing this with your loony children

Shooting up intruders intruding upon the crew im within

Knowing full well that when i cough, they knew he spitting

Clip the vocals of oppositions with rugers

Even when im offline, i off lines, you knew the mission

Nothing new to it, im too malicious to give a coop shit

Chipped tooth beside of my noose, this is ruthless