[Intro]
[Verse 1: Dopehead]
I just want to rage and k** rappers on stage
Boss up shake down in your baby mama face
You rappers dick s**in', Y'all way past fake
If you ain't a Bruiser stay the f** up out my face
Dopehead, nightmare, natural disaster
Battle me? Results to suits, flowers, and pastors
Oh that's your b**h? It really don't matter
For breakfast bust a nut up in her pancake batter
After tech s**, she give me wet neck
No attention to these rappers, these n***as is self check
Everybody buzzin' albums and they music garbage
Dopehead b**h, I'm just getting started
Style so Bruiser, see it from a block away
Punch you in the throat and say "f** what you 'bout to say"
f** rappers; you say you real, but all you do is gossip
These cake n***as punk, fake, and never prosper
I'm from the jungle where a pistol is the dress code
Crummy got locked and Big Meech had the best dope