O - Breathe Smoke lyrics

[Verse 1: O] I admit that when my brother died, I kinda changed a little bit Now I roam the streets and I wanna strangle a little kid I'm trying to get on track, but I'm noticing that the tunnel's light Is changing to the same train that came and took my brother's life Cold as ice and I'm hot, you should be concerned If I get popular the world is catching freezer burn Leading verne, I was never someone who was pacifist I'll pa** a first across your f**ing jaw until it shatters it f** a firearm, I'll set my arms on fire b**h And prove that my entire fist overpowers entire clips So send a fire ship from every guy in your entire clique I'll pack you a lunch because I pack me a punch that Lucifer admires b**h I've got the wrath of a god homie believe it So if I ever catch you under arms like a speedstick You're gonna see that I'm not the mother f**er to beef with Begging for peace quicker than hippies can get their trees lit [Hook] Inhale, exhale, (choke) Inhale, exhale, I breathe smoke Inhale, exhale, (choke) Inhale, exhale, I breathe smoke [Verse 2: O] I was raised in the darkness, my fear is at a minimal My mother's dated criminals who've done the unforgivable Your pitiful pedophile persona isn't fictional Nor what you've done is fixable, your life is just despicable An irresistible feeling of rage is inside of me A prodigy who's personalities could form a colony And honestly your fake apology is f**ing comedy You're constantly contradicting yourself as soon as you start to speak And I'm sorry you're so commonly used That even if you said it to me I'd be partly amused I'm kinda confused, kid what is there that you've got to improve? Because I ain't f**ing you and I'd say that's a solid excuse Kid you ain't sh** to me, to break my face you'd have to get to me And judging by your history that don't resort to injuries Yeah that's your misery so keep letting this beef grow You're gonna bleed, choke mother f**er because I breathe smoke [Hook] [Voicemail 1] Yo, what the f** dawg? When I see you ima f** you up I'm gonna rip your eyeballs out and shove em up your a** You're f**ed, you're f**ed [Voicemail 2] Listen here you little f**ing p**y I swear to God if I see you, I'm cutting your f**ing throat You ain't nothing but a little punk b**h, acting like you ride or die, this and that, rap star Get the f** out of here with that bullsh**, n***a And if you got a problem with it you can s** my mother f**ing balls And don't even ask how I got your number. You got that sh** on Facebook you prick, f**er [Voicemail 3] Yo you little b**h, keep running your f**ing mouth You don't even wanna know what's gonna happen to you next time I catch you mother f**er You think you're all tough because you go to the gym and pump your f**ing iron? All those muscles ain't gonna do sh** when I'm kicking you in your f**ing teeth Let me catch you at Sunday Night Mics, you little punk I'll bust your sh** up, p**y [Voicemail 4] Hey O, you having a nice day? Because it's about to be totally f**ed When I see you you little mother f**er, I'm gonna punch your f**ing head off your shoulders And if I see any of your family members around, I'm gonna punch their f**ing head off their shoulders too You little f*ggot, any kid who comes around the house is gonna get kicked around the living room I'm gonna f**ing line up family pets in front of your grandmother She's gonna f**ing sit there and watch it you little prick mother f**er When I see you I'm gonna hit you so f**ing hard that your heart's gonna stop you little b**h I can't wait you little f*ggot