[Katie Tropp: Verse 1]
I'm five foot two and a hundred pounds
Don't look like a threat til I open my mouth
I'm a lyrical k**a taking over the South
I ain't got no heart it's never been found
Charles Manson ain't got sh** on me
I do it myself don't need lemmings
No acid trip, just a stoner b**h
I hate all of you is what my motive is
My fantasies ain't typical
What turns me on is slittin' a throat
Sacrifice you like a goat
Pray to God I don't come back for more
The problem is I smell fear
So where ever you go I'll be near
I'm like a co*k roach I'm here for years
I'm gonna haunt you in your nightmares
That's sixteen but I'ma keep it goin'
This beat is dope it keeps lyrics flowin'
To fill your ears got your head exploding
Timothy McVeigh Oklahoman
I hear you scream, I get a gleam
Of happiness inside of me
So don't you blink, I got you beat
I throw everything and the kitchen sink
My advice don't set me off
Violence is what gets me off
You won't ever catch me goin' soft
All emotions are long gone
The human race is my amusement
Because you're all so f**in' stupid
Challenge me I ain't losin'
Cross my path just keep it movin'!
[Govinachi: Hook]
Leave y'all dead on that wax
Leave y'all dead on that wax
All I hear is that yap,—you ain't talking bout jack/
Elevate to the MAX, At the top of the top and that's that, WE
Leave y'all dead on that wax…WE
Leave y'all dead on that wax//
Leave y'all dead on that wax
Leave y'all dead on that wax
All I hear is that yap,—you ain't talking bout jack/
Elevate to the MAX, At the top of the top and that's that, WE
Leave y'all dead on that wax…WE
Leave y'all dead on that wax//
[Govinachi: Verse 2]
I'm about a whole foot taller than Katie, stay in the gym, don't need no 380..Nach, that's Govinachi to you though, I leave boys sick they need Menudo/
Sippin' green tea eaten kudos', I'm on good green stay too gone, like Tiger Woods come thru strong and like D-Mas I'm too flown//
Dead on Wax lyrical a**a**in y'all doubting us, but we out mashin', you about that life I'm about action, this a piece of PIE, now you got fractions/
Now that you got it, this is abstraction…when are you gone learn we are all Blaqmen, I could make it rain but I'd rather cash in, just double L'n straight looking and laughing//
P.I.E. that's my claim to fame, Govinachi but you know my name, sipping Eastciders on the Westside, I'm out the Nawfside, but this a South thang/
Impact rapper so the scouts hang, I leave rappers hanging by they house chains, Ol house n***as..'scuse my slang, All you rap about is getting high and change//
That's paper homie, known to have a lil bit of paper on me you a caking crony, straight k**in' you cloned sheep..I shepherd only, follow me @Nachimus..you can't clone me/
Ayyee..I'm a bring it back to where the game suppose to be, even if that means puttin' you on posters “G”, posterize ya like Lebron or Kobe B., RIP to all you whose souls is cheap//
[Govinachi: Hook]
Leave y'all dead on that wax
Leave y'all dead on that wax
All I hear is that yap,—you ain't talking bout jack/
Elevate to the MAX, At the top of the top and that's that, WE
Leave y'all dead on that wax…WE
Leave y'all dead on that wax//
Leave y'all dead on that wax
Leave y'all dead on that wax
All I hear is that yap,—you ain't talking bout jack/
Elevate to the MAX, At the top of the top and that's that, WE
Leave y'all dead on that wax…WE
Leave y'all dead on that wax//