BARS FROM THE CASKET REDZED

[Intro]
Yeah
Huh (Huh)

[Verse 1]
Snapping necks just like I'm breaking eggs
Mothefuckers got a problem with me being the next; what?
You stupid hecks, check the sound of my projects
You will know I'm the future underground, know the facts, uh
I make the bass, and it making room vibrate
Talk behind my back, act a punk, that's what I hate
Yip-yap-yapping, all the shit gave me migranes
You can never stop me, 'cause I'm up and I'm high grades
It's a third year that I'm in the scene, I never blew up
Still I'm number onе and I ain't even a pursuer
I'm thе best my own critic, I'm the best my reviewer
Hating on myself and can't be thinking any bluer
I spit acid, always gas it
Motheruckers drew line, I'm jumping a pass it (Jumping it)
'Cause Reddy has it, ripping the casket
Waking up to alive, want your head in a basket
Hopping out the chevy, better hide your fucking mama (Punk)
She knows I'm a master, she heard that I'm on a come up
Way too wasted every party, I'm the one who's making drama
Beast in rapping English, I don't even know the grammar (Yeah)