Theory2 - John Wick Chapter One lyrics

[Verse 1] I'm a beast right Got a semi automatic and a peace pipe Ima send em all to heaven on a free flight All you sentimental b**hes gettin beat right We fight street like, I don't wanna be nice I don't wanna be the one that's givin em a cheap price Every time I spit a verse rappers know it be tight This is not a test I'm the best when I flex in the zone I'm a vet you a pet go fetch me a bone Got the vest on my chest index on the chrome Mess from the tech when I wet you I bet you motherf**ers really thinkin you're special Theory got a message, you don't wanna catch this Kinda like a virus all up in ya senses Ima get violent k** em the trenches Ima start climbin all up on ya fences [Verse 2] Sick of the stereotypes of white rappers like we all wanna be Eminem, that's backwards You ain't never heard of some sh** like this, it's all original, open this package Everything's dirty, r.i.p. to ba*tard Spit it like Wu-Tang, everything's cla**ic Roll up the blunt two puffs and I pa** it Wonder why your girl disappeared like magic Swoop down like a pterodactyl I'm sick can you spare an apple, don't trip I'm aware that I'm arrogant and tearin a**holes You motherf**ers really better fasten your seatbelts I cruise too fast in the coupe to get caught Run up on the crew then your head'll get ripped off I don't give a damn how much ya whip costs Tryna look hard and you're knowin your sh**s soft I'm a hitman smooth as ice I got moves like Ip Man f** ya life I get loose in the booth like a poltergeist You wanna play in the rap game well roll the dice [Verse 3] Trick I'm ill like John Wick I got two brunettes and a blonde chick The whole crew a buncha criminals and convicts Somebody tell em that they really can't stop this My minds like a spider web you make one wrong move they'll find ya dead Yo I'll light sh** up like Simon Says Don't f** with us that's common sense This crackers about the cheese and I'll burn a rapper like calories I need a box of blunts and a pound of weed and a chick bent over on a balcony Sick and twisted, the kids a misfit You can get popped like a can of biscuits I get low like I'm ridin lip kits Got these hoes tryna find their lipstick Stop and listen, rock with this sh** I ain't got nothin but a pot to piss in Everybody tellin me I need a doctor visit Well I ain't got time better stop ya b**hin [Verse 4] I'm dirty act like ya heard me gimme the mic back you cats are not worthy See me in all black with plaques on the jersey Semi is co*ked back for rats that act nervous Really I'm all that so that's all I'm servin Baseball bats to ya cap with no purchase Come get it it's free you motherf**er I'll spit this sh** till you see you co*ks**er That I'm the truth serum, please don't get near him Haters wanna tell me some sh** I can't hear em Really I'm a venomous snake with six arms and big guns and sharp teeth you can get pissed on Flow sicker than most spitters so roll with us Hoes chillin with cold liquor and dope dealers I'm too clean I smoke good I rap nice I'm too mean I might snatch your wack ice To be honest I don't really think you're f**in wit me I've been livin like an animal and touchin titties Everything I write is hot and yo I love my city See me sittin serious spittin and rollin somethin sticky I'm an insect quick to grip techs This be that sh** they was tryna get So we flipped the script and got quick to twist necks Trick you better lick this dick or get left