[Verse 1]
Yo, you don't wanna cross my path man i'm so cryptic
People try and f** with me but I don't f** around with gross b**hes
I'm so wicked and so twisted, got no business
f**in' hoes, b**hes, and snortin' coke 'till my nose twitches
Man f** that 'thug life' I ain't rollin' with no stupid gang
I'm my own clique, and i'm blowin' up like a bazooka bang
You don't even wanna know what the f** I do to lames-
Who step up to me trying to f** around with these useless games
Chuggin' these black bottles Rose to Champagne
These f*gs wanna blow up there's no way, what a damn shame
I'm so f**in' high that i'm miles in the sky
And i'm like a pilot on tracks, and b**h i'm bout to land planes
All of y'all motherf**ers should know that I'm a beast man
Slaughtering so many rappers they askin' for a peace plan
Beating me? Man you f*ggots gettin' the least chance
Got you drippin' from sweat like a motherf**in' grease pan
[Chorus]
Chuggin' these black bottles, man i'm gettin' cross-faded
And you all hate it, cause you know that i'm gon' make it
All of y'all jealous cause you know that all of y'all basic
Every small statement I say makes you go all crazy
Chuggin' these black bottles
[Verse 2]
Yo, you don't wanna cross my path i'll leave you opened up
The type to run around the country naked screaming 'Vote For Trump'
The type to start smokin' d**, 'till my eyes are swollen shut
I'm a guy that you can know and trust, to f** up your entire flow of blood
That's right, i'm a maniac I'll roast f*gs, and grill chickens
And don't forget that I have broke backs and k**ed children
And I will not stop until i'm at the top charts
Man, i've been eating rappers while you were eatin' some pop tarts
Do not start, with me name a rapper as hard as me
My words can f** up your lungs and start blockin' your arteries
So remember that if you step to me you'll get your face mased
I'm in great shape, for someone who's a motherf**in' space case
Got some k**er lines i'm about to start smackin' your face with
Ready Or Not is here b**h i'm back in the basement
I'll say it again, don't f** with me or die in a strange way
That's how the game's played, nobody's messin' with AyJay
[Chorus]
Chuggin' these black bottles, man i'm gettin' cross-faded
And you all hate it, cause you know that i'm gon' make it
All of y'all jealous cause you know that all of y'all basic
Every small statement I say makes you go all crazy
[Verse 3]
Yo, you don't wanna cross my path, smokin' bongs of frosted gla**
Walkin' paths to greatness while other f*ggots are talkin' trash
I'm a psycho, have you heard of a serial k**er?
I can be nice but I think that my murder material's iller
Wearin' red shorts, smokin' dope of the best sorts
Wreck who*es, then k** 'em and start rapin' the dead corpse
Everyone should know that i'm the f**in' best, kid
AyJay is here so all you MC's gettin' your neck slit
Black Bottles