[Verse 1: Van Gar V]
Don't believe in a hard act to follow
Don't act hard, my head's hard and hollow
Four bars, three bars, two bars, one
Chances are I'm bumpin' machine gun funk
Ba** in the trunk
Bet I'm up and coming, can you f**in' tell?
Don't keep count of bars, I'm un-f**in'-real
Disaster of sorts
So unpredictable
Prediction lethal when I'm up on the pedestal
Like it or not, I'm in love with myself
It's a biography story
Sorry
f** wealth
I creep and I crawl and I creep and I call it stealth
Health care needed
Sit down, please be seated, you're heated
Let me take you down and put you in the freezer
Leisurely with all your family members acting like you hear me now like you're not dis-f**in'-membered
Walt Disney's frozen like the month of December
Remember you left the oven on, it probably sparked off an ember
Now your crib's f**ed up and it's not my fault
You f**ed around and got thrown it a frozen vault and your house is on fire with not one fire fighter
The whole team here, and they brought there bic lighters
Said they're here to a**ist and they flicked the igniters
Gar V you're right, you're the next big writer
[Verse 2: Van Gar V]
Told you once, I told you twice, f** with me get stripped of life
Hang you up by your f**in' necklace
Choke you out and leave you breathless
Count to three, I'm talkn' seconds
Now you're dead, float up to heaven
Won't see me there, hell's waitin' for me
Scary sh**, horror story
Turn the page, it's twice as gorey
Take a break from rap, go f**in' tourin'
[Verse 3: Van Gar V]
Twisted, ill, sick to the mental
You could say I'm sick with the pencil
Stencil with chalk on the sidewalk
Hopin' my two cents helps you
Hopin' some sense might hit you, other then the sense that Gar V's gettin' to you
Hense you stop, to make way of course
He give no remorse and I ain't sh**tin' you
Now the Unknown hittin' you, the ba** bang so hard it cripple you
Like a drop in the water
Metaphor
It ripple you
Might make it seem like I'm bout to go in then I just f**in' stop
The kick didn't change, sh** didn't drop 'cept this mixtape, I thought about a lot
Glocks co*ked
Insight sniper
I'll never change my ways
You change like diapers
Run from the cops
Cop Thugz Mansion apparel
This a happy song but my name isn't Pharrell
Two rhymes I spit, two shells in my double barrel
Best told me to spit so I hawked up a fat one
Wrote me some sh** like
(SPIT) look at that one
Want me to kick and sing a type of melody?
No, if it's comin' out of me it's gonna be 'bout a felony
I'll be in hell on the Devil's balcony
Smoke weed
There's no need to be sober
f**in' right
Over and over
Talkin' no seeds
You don't even know what I mean
"Got any kush?"
Nah but my gun green?
Man I'm so mean
Mug just so you can see my ugly ways or I might be all teeth when you see my face
Drive by laughing at you or maybe best finna WAP you
Now your days all over, go take a nap dude
Underground attitude
Punchlines unnecessary
You won't get it without Rap Genius or a dictionary
This ain't Pictionary but let me paint you a f**in' picture
Gar V just struck you out like an allstar pitcher