I gat a feeling somebody gon need they neck snapped
for coming at a beast with such weak raps
shoot you in ya sleep what a sweet nap
ery where you see me I gat the heat strapped
lyrically theres nothin I lack
cause I don't fake I don't act
str8 off my dome you get it exact
chew opponents like welch's fruit snacks
sorry if ya lost i ain gat no maps
step up step up who soever be brave
I'll leave you confused like a transported slave
start it with me you gat one foot in the grave
death il change all ya dreams of the stage
just stay in ya place settle for minimum wage
fuckin with me youll have undirected rage
and end up dead or in a cage
hold whatever prides left just save it
tell ya grand kids about when you almost made it
i'm just glad weak shit ain contageous