Kaioken Gee 3

[Verse 1: Monsta KiD]

On my part 2 shit
This is for the fuck of it
Let's sit back
Matter fact fall back
I'm done with bullshit rap
Once a kid that gave a fuck
Then I met the trap
Became friends with
A marijuana sack
Running around waste
Away my seed
Get hype and jiggy
I rhyme with heat
Yo bitch in heat
She got a taste
For Jimmy Dean
Rubbing up on my meat
The illest nigga you
Can not defeat
The truth how dare
I speak
I fucked around and
Got up on my two feet
10 toes down
Knuckles up you
Cluster fucks
Me against the world
Matter fact it's y'all against
The CLAN
Black towel heads
Black Taliban's
I just might just
Switch a flip
And lose my shit
Back hand a nigga
If he thinks I a bitch
My mind on grip
My mind and I
Who controls this gift
Niggas telling
Now niggas bailing
Shark week how
The bullet holes
End a sentence
With a period
Add exclamation
Just so you know I'm serious
Bless these lyricals
That touches souls
Hence forth I'm
The reason niggas
Loading bowls
Standing out loud
Like trombones
Just so you know
It's all been said
Through the headphones