4tune - Intro/ Rigamortis pt 2 lyrics

Alright, here we go, 12th. Real quick, nig She on her knees like a sinner I get under y'all n***as skin like splinters Cheap but good like a TV Dinner My breath smells like Liqour I pile up ashes, don't ask for your favorite rapper (He dead) Yessir (Amen) Chuuch (He dead) I k**ed him (Amen) b**h Got me feeling like Matrix, dodge your bullets like fake sh** I try my hardest to be patient, For these n***as be vacant Long time ago, damn I feel like I'm Acient, blast off like a spaceship Punctuate to the statement, This hatred I crave it, as I make it I will eat it and then deny, I've done filled my appetite I don't hang around like Suicide, I gotta get me a ride And if I don't start it with a Why, then don't even reply LeBron when I finish, I only aim for these highlights 24 million eyes on me, I am the spotlight, get it right Stuck staring at my a**, get outta my headlights You n***as get exterminated you f**ing parasite I got more room, I can finish it every night (He dead, amen) That's what they telling me White all over my nose, I'm stuck in the seventies Lyrical pistol, co*k it aind aim at celebrities Bull sh** for lunch, brown bag, I dont your recipe May I just Pull up at your f**ing residence Stories are cheap and your talking ain't selling it Gold star, I'm either 1st grade or a f**ing deputy Yeah, Keller dont even Hellen me, dont even go telling me Bars dropping on they head unconscious, studio felony Cooking up your talk and I hope that taste lemony (b*tch) (He dead) Yup-yup (Amen) I k**ed him (He dead) Ha-ha (Amen) Amen She on her knees like a sinner I get under y'all n***as skin like splinters Cheap but good like a TV Dinner My breath smells like Liqour I pile up ashes, don't ask for your favorite rapper (He dead) Yup-yup (Amen) I know (He dead) For sure (Amen) Amen Like Sonic, I pedal my medal I gotta go faster I want my bars to touch these kids like the pastor James Harden these rockets I ain't talking no NASA I feel like Montana and I ain't talking about hannah Split your b**h like Bannana she drink my cum like Fanta A free bag of weed I might Grant her, she gave me cookies im santa My Diamonds blick and white like a panda, and I got hoes in Atlanta I go really Ballistic, ask El Chapo I k** sh**, sip promethazine like ill sh** I gotta make it a law like I bill it, I ain't gonna stop till my dick size a million I'm on a money mission, yeah i stay persistent, you in debt need a**istants I drop of sh** like its Christmas Realest n***a you'll ever see, Realest sh** I'll ever be I will be head of the rap industry, realist sh** I will ever speak Charge me with battery, give-a-f** span big as a teachers salary I burn my rubber like calories, f** a new b**h last week, I think her Name was malorie Your rap is unsatisfactory, rewrite that sh** and go back to the studio factory