YOUR BOY FOR LIFE "Giordano Bruno" [Verse 1] In a cipher ain't no writer tighter, type a like a Cristiano striker Fighter, nicer and hyper, you like a mountain hiker Or a biker, doo-doo in a diaper, I'm a mountain sniper Snipe you from a long distance in between your windshield wiper Maul you like a mountain tiger, ain't nobody getting higher Or lower than me, I be the fountain diver The underwear is where I keep my weed and where I stash money Act funny, smash your face into the wall like crash dummies Burn trees, yo I'm burning trees Like I'm tryna rid the evidence of bloody leaves inside a murder scene Castrate, I'm that great, I flip weight You last place, I lift plates, just wait I reciprocate the movement, rehabilitate the rotor Locomotor blow you over then disintegrate the blueprint Ain't no force of nature that could damage me or put dent I walk this earth a thousand times and never left a footprint Catch me on the block with a Henny opened top Penny Loafer drop with the semi-automatic Glock I know many Albanians, rowdy like Tasmanian Devils will fill you up with high levels of pure uranium Look through the atrium inside a gymnasium My lyrics could fill a stadium packed inside my cranium I'll tattoo nickels on my dick solely for the fact When I smash I can pound some cents in that b**h Uh, real G's gotta represent Ain't no tellin what I done and underwent Try to give me dap but then you condescend A ladder, tree branch and noose is what I recommend k** yourself before I get the chance to Watch me expose you just like I pantsed you Counting Benjamin's and you can bring the Grant's too Serve a puto like a Jabbawockee dance crew f** your opinion, I never asked you I cap you, pedigree a**ault you like a cashew I pull a Michael Myers act 'fore I slash you I gotta rifle, pair of pliers and a mask too Right, shooting little pistols, that's cute I motherf**ing spit ballistic missiles at you I'll make you believe I'm the reason that you rap too You'll tell all of your friends, "I wanna be like that dude" Your friends will be like "what the f**?" and they will laugh too Then they'll turn around and tell you you're a f*g dude Then you'll probably walk up to me like you're sad, ooh Try to tell me how you feel and then I'll slap you Revenge is kind of seldom if you rarely ever get 'em Leave the venom in the cerebellum That's why I tell 'em I could leave 'em in delirium And one verse could shatter your entire equilibrium Yerr