[Intro, Lucius]
Today, I'm gonna spit some legit sh**
Lemme tell you 'bout my hitlist
I've unearthed a revelation that'll leave you unnerved
[Verse 1, Lucius]
Rappers these days are saboteurs of the game
All they give a f** about is fame
Unlike these rappers that have happy trigger fingers
I collect my shell casings to cover the crime scene
Y'all may think I'm just sitting behind a screen talking sh**
Your girl? I gave her a whirl
I hit it and quit it with my wit
Left her clit split when she sat on this dick
Slit your wrists while you try to sprint away
Lead you astray, leave you mangled and frayed
Unafraid to berate the sh** that gets overplayed
No aim, Drake sprayed and prayed
I took a blade and castrated him
Gave him more than a trim
I watched as his vision went dim
Skinned him like a deer
He was swimming in his own blood
Reporters flooded Drake's wake
They watched in horror as he was prepared to enter a tomb
They were unaware of their impending doom
I kicked the door in and sprayed like air fresheners from Glade
They weren't prepared for the raid
They were easy to sedate
I was quick to evade before cops made their way there
One day, they'll understand the crusade
Perhaps I can persuade them...
To agree with the message I conveyed
Oh, Drake? Ha, that motherf**er's rotten and decayed
[Verse 2, Lucius]
Wayne was the next sh** stain on my hitlist
I k**ed him the quickest
He died hard like Bruce Willis
I murked his defenses, I k**ed every witness
I use my mental sickness for fitness
I was vicious, Dwayne Carter is no longer auspicious
His sh**'s ridiculous, my murders are meticulous
I am mischievous, left him in a cage call him Nicolas
I'm a marvelous murder specialist
I was merciless, people are now aware of my wickedness
I'm a hazardous sadist, more miraculous than Jesus
I'm limitless, my sh** is effortless
Got the world on my shoulders, call me Atlas
You're straight and narrow like an arrow, call you Katniss
b**h, I'm flyer than a Sparrow, and the fact is: I never spare rows
I'm a human scarecrow
If I only had a brain, I wouldn't be as insane
I would actually feel disdain for the pain I bring
I wouldn't be wearing the skin of Wayne's offspring in Beijing
I wouldn't leave a body swinging from the trees by his shoestrings
I guess it'd be less fun, because I wouldn't be as menacing
While I'm astonishing, I'm developing my sk** to k**
Enlightening others while diminishing the competition
Like I've said many times, demolition is my motherf**in' mission