[Intro]
[Verse 1 - Massacre Monte]
Fighter jet flow bombard you with my bars
Y'all are no go's yo, lyrically
Tear you apart
Quit your bitching, you'll probably end up with the stitches
Cause these rhymes are cutting deep and you ain't no competition. Before you step to the mic watch who you're stepping too
From my point of view I'll roast you, the grill and the barbecue
Flame spitting emit the fire like a dragon, pants saggin', while these other bitches bandwagon
My flow is dirty like the sewers full of shit and mucus, please excuse us grind up cannabis puff it with hookahs. I'm not the shooter but I got the bullet in my hands, put it in my mouth shoot lyrics like you don't understand
I drop knowledge like textbooks and left hooks, upper cutting blocking and dodging all of these other rooks
Dropped the f bomb verbally assaulted every one of you
Making fun of you, sonnin every single one of you, baby all you dumb youngins suckin ya thumb, put my dick in the game and I'm about to cum
Take a trip through my mind and find the realist, these lyrics fueled up and ready to race to the finish
Spit the illest flows so eat your vegetables through my spectacles and you can see fakes being professionals
Grateful cause I'm just being me, what I see is a beggar, whining n getting on its knees
Saying "I hate life man I just want to end it, always bullied at school I'm not happy I'm pretending, them cool kids are troublemakers always get suspended, and to fit in I made fun of a girl and never meant it"
What's wrong with you, I can't put up with you, you're not being yourself you're acting like some other dude
You've changed man what happened to your innocent side, you use to be a good kid who wasn't out of his mind
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - ill Mind]
[Verse 1 - Massacre Monte]
Fighter jet flow bombard you with my bars
Y'all are no go's yo, lyrically
Tear you apart
Quit your bitching, you'll probably end up with the stitches
Cause these rhymes are cutting deep and you ain't no competition. Before you step to the mic watch who you're stepping too
From my point of view I'll roast you, the grill and the barbecue
Flame spitting emit the fire like a dragon, pants saggin', while these other bitches bandwagon
My flow is dirty like the sewers full of shit and mucus, please excuse us grind up cannabis puff it with hookahs. I'm not the shooter but I got the bullet in my hands, put it in my mouth shoot lyrics like you don't understand
I drop knowledge like textbooks and left hooks, upper cutting blocking and dodging all of these other rooks
Dropped the f bomb verbally assaulted every one of you
Making fun of you, sonnin every single one of you, baby all you dumb youngins suckin ya thumb, put my dick in the game and I'm about to cum
Take a trip through my mind and find the realist, these lyrics fueled up and ready to race to the finish
Spit the illest flows so eat your vegetables through my spectacles and you can see fakes being professionals
Grateful cause I'm just being me, what I see is a beggar, whining n getting on its knees
Saying "I hate life man I just want to end it, always bullied at school I'm not happy I'm pretending, them cool kids are troublemakers always get suspended, and to fit in I made fun of a girl and never meant it"
What's wrong with you, I can't put up with you, you're not being yourself you're acting like some other dude
You've changed man what happened to your innocent side, you use to be a good kid who wasn't out of his mind
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - ill Mind]
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