Chorus:
fu*kBOY GENOCIDE (8x)
Verse 1:
b**h I'm back
Back with a backwoods, strap and a flask
Had to pack that for the wrath of attack
Li-Liquor on tap and the gra** stays packed in a wrap of tobacc
Smoke it up choke then I pa** to the cat with her a** on my lap
Never ever cat nap in this game called rap
sh** I'm way beyond the purgatory known as the trap
f**boy stay back you
Pa** my front line and get your f**ing top chopped
War sh**
Tear a b**h to pieces like a chop shop
Pour this f**ing liquor in my system sh** it's non-stop
Madness on the battlefield and when this beat drops it's
Chorus:
fu*kBOY GENOCIDE (8x)
Verse 2:
fu*kED UP
Blunts on blunts but no skunk plus four bout five rye shots in my cup
Drunken soldier flow and pur up for the fans out front my shows are so punk (WHAT)
Pits I mosh I drop and stomp weak
Little de-ev f**boys quick with my sneaks
Show my foes and opponents we ain't nothing to f** with that Wu-Tang heat bleeds
Out of my pen I send it to the ma**es
Package wrapped I'm back to pack the caskets
Funeral pyre, fire, black ash it rains like black snow my case is so basket
Gla**es tipped back it's that or tapped acid
Pa**ion so hard your pa**ion so flaccid
Blasted off gas this pack ain't your average
Gra** this sh**'s vicious, b**h I go rabid
Havoc I summon
Hundred drum busting
Loving my sh**, I ain't reached my summit
f** with my flame my brain's a baked oven
Burning f**boys, the genocide's coming