I got sixteen, sixteens and if I'm right, one more song and I'll be at seventeen again like Zac Efron (Damn)
You punk motherf**ers get stepped on and I'm best on any beat that I take a mess on
I see right through you like you got mesh on a hard body, beyond the dead I get my flex on
The best one, my name gets spoken 'bout cuz I spit crack verses that bring smokers out
So know your route filled with unleaded as I escort this beef to d**h like the paramedics
Yeah I said it, everything thing I touch is deaded Tyler directed the funeral and this just got beheaded
Forget it, the k**er's in the booth and I'm drunk off this serum so all I spit is truth
And I don't really rap I am panic on this muse, how you get k**ed using verbally abuse
It's dead, somebody call the coroner this is what it sounds like when Domo Genis cornered you (Ha)
You're gone, knife to the neck just for respect, b**h this is OF
Yes I'm crazy, I'm a ba*tard, all I spit is dirty like p**nographic rappers
Stop, you're dead honey, cuz I eat you all up like I was Ted Bundy
No funny, where the f** you bunchin? I'm a serial (cereal) k**er come get your Cap n' Crunch (b**h)