Look, I don't usually entertain fuckery But I don't know what got this nigga Thinkin' he could fuck with me The homie told me to murder you in a song But that bullshit verse wasn't worthy of a response Nobody never heard of you, am I wrong? But I got somethin' that'll certainly give him surgery in my palm Pussy, I'll do you dirty front of your mom In front of them same dirty niggas that's all In your video, tell them niggas, watch, get ready I kill 'em in a few minutes, get your watches ready You not hot, if you was you would've popped already Wig shot, SIG pop 'til it drop spaghetti Your top confetti, man why I even got this petty? Cause I kill people for fun, I'm Ox in "Belly" To be the best you gotta beat the best, you said it yourself So basically, you admittin' I was better yourself So I ain't even gotta do it, shit, you deaded yourself Put your neck in the gullotine and be headed yourself Fuck rap, read a book or somethin', better yourself Diss me and you pay homage, you just credit yourself Said he wanted to spar, so I'm settlin' it quick I don't think this nigga know how deadly it could get I ain't talkin' 'bout a chain or the bezel on my wrist He wanted bars, I'ma show him that there's levels to this shit You better do your research 'Fore niggas see you in kings city in front of rest in peace t-shirt Nigga this the S.E. Gang, you know how we work Chopper go off, niggas run, check how his feet work This is chess, not checkers, nigga it's my move But how could I lose? Been killin' niggas since high school Mentionin' my name that ain't a wise move Cause in the booth, I'm a tsunami and a typhoon Puttin' words together, somethin' that I'm better at He wanna get in the ring with me, I Mayweather that You should've picked you another lane instead of rap Wish it was you that got killed instead of Black Nigga, I'm the machine, I tried to tell him that Smack with him the back of the shotgun, his head'll crack You ain't know this the shit that I like doin' I like chewin' niggas, the shit that I write ruin A nigga career, I'm right here in my white Ewings And you'll never get you a ring, you like Ewing I seen your video, talkin all that faggot shit Word to West Philly, I'll give this nigga the [?] clip Chopper make a nigga disappear, that's the magic stick I'll snatch the rabbit out his hat like a magic trick For real homie, you ain't ready for how bad it get I get money and fuck bitches, don't do the battle shit I hang with the savages that aim at your cabbages And rain [?] somethin' [?], but'll splatter shit You ain't in my lane, you a lame and you average Chopper aim at you and them lames that you rappin' with Chase money, I don't know what you boys do Til in my driveway it's new toys, WOOO, two toys blue You are not a thug, you a schoolboy duke In the club, I do the buckets like ScHoolboy Q, nigga I'm talkin' bottles after bottles, nigga All I got for you is these hollows, nigga And lately I been travelin', [?] nigga In that foreign big boy [?] I got shot, nigga [?] and my [?] done I'm RG3 of the shit, ready for week one If you don't got a gun, you better keep one Told you I'ma finish you nigga before the week done The Machine, nigga, that's it, that's allTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
