Based Demo - Supreme lyrics

[Pinky & Brain Sample] [Verse 1: Demo] Yo, the fat guy leave black eyes and turn eyes I advise you take my advice don't add vice When you f**ing this viking popping vikoten putting vi-scripts On weak talents with ballads of lyrics I'm writing I throw a frag at your mental state and leave your mental state Fragmented you know that this frag meant it, if I ran a track Because I meet it and said it because I mean it and Did it because I need it, you know that this frag mental So keep calm and collect, we earning our respect We Spartans of this rap art and we don't need to lay techs So respect the architecture of my text Or you could feel the texture of this tech up on your neck [Pinky & Brain Sample] [Verse 2: Chuckie] I put your shorty on the mat the way I'm laying the mack down Pulled over by the rollers caught me carrying macks loud But I don't even smoke weed plus I don't need the gun for fun These fists could take a ton I ain't the one who need to pack yall I'm that sound, bumping in your stereo Here we go, it's the mister make a miracle invisible Call him Mr.Flow if he didn't know The way he spits his flow makes the critics go invisible Cleaning up the streets like a homeless man custodian I rip you a**holes with ice cubes no petroleum Seventeen writing rhymes working on a car now Funny how the prison baby spitting hella bars now [Pinky & Brain Sample] [Verse 3: Demo] These lyrics are acidic you rapper don't have a chance In 10 days murder you 10 ways ain't a diss to Bennet But even he could get it, like this rap Is a ball game and these n***as gonna have to dance You want to step up with your preposterous rhymes Like you n***as didn't know I'm at my optimums prime While you kittens smoking spinach that will leave you with popped eyes I'm waking up you sleepers like a legend just died This is a new page for all you ba*tards That didn't have faith for the new age chapter I rip n***as with daggers and nines, swords and knives Infested in my rhymes guaranteed you'll get captured [Pinky & Brain Sample] [Verse 4: Chuckie] It's Chuckie n***a, the master spitter like I'm Master Splinter Blast a n***a, attack a n***a, black fist out the hair In the air cause the afro gender, just jabbed a n***a f** up I black agends, one more shot to the head Then I crashed a liver, got mad deliver, I crash a n***a Check the steez, throw you in a doggybag my n***a No reasonable doubt I'm after Jigga And we master winners, and we always past December So understand who you f**ing with son Think twice they ain't f**in with us [Pinky & Brain Sample]