Ok though Im ok though im ready to k o a mother fucker This mortal combat Ok lets lu kang kick it I dont clean the blood up i let dry I finish em then i down triangle em and damn he goes high with the trigger Think bigger I bounce on his head top like tigger Im kunta ken tay nicker I am that nicker I figure But i guess i gotta get in my old bag for the win ( you mean same one we dragging em in) Let me go in battle mode I aim then the story gets told I fold em like there grams chair at the end of a family reunion but i lay em curled up and flat and fucked up like grams wig at the end of a family reunion Dont make me pop guns at the reunion Got the bride and groom now doctor can’t firgure who is who so they put the body in the same casket now thats one hell of a union Im going preach so give me my communion Ill season that bitch with these shells wit everything but cumin Who him i am him I should name this putin Cause even your trump card bow down to shot em im sorry i see you on a diet but what the fuck is gluten You gave the bitch everything but i bet she will still sue em I gave a London bitch my tea bags and she did everything with em but brew em Im a marine so im always ready for them gun bars But my guns are way bigger than a a r Im a raw ass nicker bodies bodies bodies are bound to hit the floooooor i bust at his feethe pissed himself he didnt want any moooooorre He was shivering as the 240b hit his cooooorre but that fifty cal (that my baby) its heavy as fuck but if theres a door “boom”wheres the door? Boom boom boom need i say moooooorrre Back in attack mode, pressure applied, watch ‘em crack though Talk big till I pull up, now it’s “I was just joking,” that’s cap though I don’t miss shots, every line hit like a fast throw You throwing jabs, I’m throwing haymakers, mismatch bro Step in the ring, whole vibe shift when I enter You play checkers, I been moving pieces like a mentor Cold with the bars, every verse got a temper Name ring bells, you just noise in the center I elevate quick, you still stuck on the basics I lace every bar, leave a mark like some braces You copy the flow, I can see all the traces I built this lane, you just renting the spaces Talk about heat, but you ain’t got the flame I been going crazy, you just chasing the fame When I aim at a name, I don’t play no games Turn a loud mouth quiet, now they ducking the blame Finish the round, I don’t need no debate When I step on the track, it’s already too late
