[Verse 1] Yow am Keeping out a trouble, keep the heater on humble Got a box cut, hidden underneath my belt buckle Melt metal s into puddles like supernova was space shuttles A wicked wizard who loves evil and hate mothers I use a Rambo knife to shave my face double Never kept ca**ettes in the car in case the tape bubbles First world troubles, got duct tape if the b**h struggles Get on top and exercise the hip muscles Now a days rap's more hips than hip hop, sh**s pop Feminine as Penelope Pistol You bring all a dis hydrogenous fashion in Puerto Rican, lesbians, but looking more masculine (Well) Mask tape, your face is Your skin, your gla** chin, motherf**ers get they skulls bashed in I never end a story like fall boring, bashed in But nothing is the label and rappers who cashed in (Well) Cash, cash gold and caught Moses holding his staff Four laps to the lady and they forensic photographs Now the wrath is like Cain when I'm attacking your brain Extract plasma out the veins like it's Dracula revenge [Verse 2] (Well) Coke machine, room cipher, murder rap for hire Twenty five to life, and twenty five lighters on my dresser Yes sir Repaid Joe Pesci, goodfellas, I gots to get made (Well) (words unclear) and I gots to get braids Rip , cut the beard off and I'm still savage You got a million songs out, you still average I got three single under me, they all caustic (Well) No Cadi-law b**hes still subscribe to 'em Millionaire swagging and he ain't got a dime to 'em Want a good game, ever since I was high schooling Bring that 9:40 central standard time to 'im Ten paces, turn around, draw behind noon in John Wayne, meets John Wayne Gacy Could have finished that scheme, but I was feeling lazy f** you, Pay me and all that good sh** (Well) Motherf**er [Hook] Never kept ca**ettes in the car in case the tape bubbles Now a days rap's more hipster than hip hop Gla** chin, motherf**ers get they skulls basked in (Well) Skulls, skulls, skulls bashed in [Verse 3 ] Yow my blade's nice, pacing around the room like I ate too many fumes Inhaling great tasting fumes fluid, am Oral Donovan Dead come August, flippin', Lucy O'Ball trip me swimming on your carpet (Well) Target, walking around people watching they target The power harness, me, I scout for the darkness I'm Cali but I'm cool, I put Khaki on your booth I de-spy you, you sick, spit swine flu (Well) I'm Michael Scorn that's what birth madness There ain't no standing, been k**ing sh**, Heny Hernandez Hope to bail, I think they just wake the giant So good you wanna slap your mamma There's riot, I think I personally keep my local liquor store in business Allegedly, a lucid me, I intimidate the witness Am self taught This tight and this is not cool I'm trying to burn a bag a sh** at the corporate port to Fox news [Hook] Never kept ca**ettes in the car in case the tape bubbles Now a days rap's more hipster than hip hop Gla** chin, motherf**ers get they skulls basked in (Well) Skulls, skulls, skulls bashed in (Well)