[CAE]
I never talk about k**ing people or dropping clips
You all bark no bite that makes us opposites
Intentions of stopping it, It's red rum
Trying rap like the dead one, aPACalypse
What you got a knife for BIC is my sword
I'm coming in ya studio for talking out ya bootyhole
And choking you out with the mic cord
You lie enough to win elections
Probably dunk since your five four
I'd rather have an inner ear infection than hear you lie more
I'm the judge in this courtroom, bang my gavel like who the man
First order of business, all fake rappers to the stand
If your lies are below par your going in for perjury
My booth is the OR I'm going in for surgery
This free agent's the secretary for Lucifer
I'm the judge, jury, witness, and executioner
I sleep sometimes but I never rest mentally
I'm out for blood 'till their careers receive the d**h penalty