Produced by C-Lance - Triple Homicide lyrics

You say this is for the culture, no violence dude, But then you post pic with a machete thats the size of you You wanna do a home invasion, amazing ill leave you lookin like a swollen raisin, with holes and abrasions You wanna k** me, cause I said you love roofies, must of struck a nerve, just proved that you drug Groupies This guy said he's a fire hydrant, what a clown, He must be talking about his height, or the fact that he's watered down I already won 3 rounds, the fans bringing the props, stop acting like you still got a shot at king of the dot There ain't gonna be no battle when I see you face to face, You acting like you're runnin sh**, so ima break ya legs You talk big but one thing, you're known for fronting, nobody ever got a home run from bunting I wasn't gonna do a third but I changed plans, cause I heard this herb say Im only trying gain fans Come on, you barely more famous than me, your not what you claiming to be, plus I'm your favorite MC There's no way that you can stop it, Shane your a hobbit, trying to cut the head off a snake, Lorena bobitt Speak up old man, you barely makin sense, tryin to cover up your wrong-doing with charity events Come to my house I'll leave you buried by the fence, you ain't scary your a fairy trying to act very intense You said I'm a bird chirpin? your words ain't workin, observe how it's done you're a pervert lurkin He's callin up his dealer trying to find more lines, brain storming different ways that he could buy more time He's on tour on his period, he's got excuses, on google trying to learn how to tie nooses b**h it's stealth bomb records, you say we ain't in your radar, of course were not cause we don't like to hang out at the gay bar I remember when you had to go on tour in your girl car, gonna smack you out and send the f**in' footage to world star How you trying to tough talk with that sock on your co*k, you can't handle criticism, all the fans that you blocked Tearing patches off their jackets, to throw em in your casket, f** with my squad and you gonna get your a** kicked My sh** is titanium, your sh**s plastic, you unenthusiastic, it's fantastic What you do in a week dog, I do in a day, just dropped the truth on mother f**ers and it blew em away Your family is gettin smaller, you're losing a few, they sick of doing more for your f**in movement than you Its crunch time, catch a s**er punch if you touch mine, you a coke head s**in dicks for a punchline I ain't gonna stop until your ashes in an urn, you set the bridge on fire I'm just pa**ing as it burns, b*tch