Course You Don’t Complete (Ft. Sever)

[Verse 1: Complete]
Yo, there's no chance of ya hittin' me so scram
Or I'll carve ya palms off and I'll literally throw hands
(Oh damn)
You're indeed on a slippery slope man
Bring the piggies I'ma turn 'em to hickory smoked ham (smoked ham)
Don't plan on taking the game over
When your biggest claim to fame is you came on your mates sofa
As you ate toast and you waited patient to tape Oprah
Then you got a boner watching the races at Daytona

Face it you lame loner your futures dimmer than you consider
You can sit away at loser table and lose ya dinner
You beginner, you rеally think you can bruise a winner
Your chance of succеss is like anorexics but super thinner
The human skinner, the person peeler, the surgeon
I make a rapper squirm when I first reveal this burden
Feeling determined, to hurt 'em, heal, then burn 'em
I'm certain you'll never stop our perverted wheel from turnin'

[Chorus: Complete and Sever]
You don't want it with the ward!
Course ya don't, want a war then it's all she wrote
You don't want it with the, ward!
Ya forced to choke, main course metaphors and quotes
You don't want it with the ward!
Paused and froze, stop lookin' like you saw a ghost
You don't want it with the ward!
You don't want it with the ward!
Nah course ya don't