Yeah give me two totes
Of marijuana
With the some eses from
Tijuana black iguana
Vicious as a piranha
And who's gonna
Stop me from wreckin'
Chin checkin'
Crews for disrespectin'
Money collectin'
I'm gettin bundles
Of joy
Bought a new toy
Thirty round wit a
Banana clip
Extended fools pretended
They can match
My personal life styles
But they playin themselves
Dusty albums
From laying on the shelves
Cuz rhymes corny b
I'm unhealthy
Like fast foods
Put foes in bad moods once my voice moves
Souls sooth
Once I touch th3 recordings
Booth
Ain't no tellin-
What's comin' out
I drop unexpected like bullets
Spittin' out
Rounds or shells it ain't hard to tell
Another life destined to fail
Sip the holy grail
With a chase Hennessey
To better see my enemies
Going on rampant rants
Craw over mcs like picnic ants
Cause panic
More than a mass media
Rhymes so Deep
You couldn't find in an encyclopedia
Or almanac critics attack
Only to lay flat
Like ramo on the tracks
Beat street I'm full of heat
You can tell my the smoke
Coming from under my feet
Mic in my greets
Poetry made aesthetically
Come join me
In the slaughterhouse
Every one who tried got doused
Brains seapin'
Body reapin'
To haters that keep seekin'
My presence is vengeance
Best held with in no pretend
The flows don't bend
That comin at cha
John Wick style one shot
**** all problems so how?
You wanna test the best
Mic I flex
I'm so ruthless I'll shoot ya ***** with ya kid
Layin' in breast