[Verse 1: Packgod]
I'mma kill a bitch this my confession
I drop his ass down just like he like some depression
Breaking all my bones rib cage was oppressive
Bitch I gotta flow like I work for Progressive
I know all yo tricks like an SAT question
You try my ass wrong and I might get aggressive
She act like a Scantron that shits got me guessin'
Three shots to his head and not one hit his vest and I'm smashing his momma his sister his brethren
You ask me I'm sure, bitch it is not a question
I keep this shit steady I ain’t ever stressing
One stumble one stutter could be fucking tragic
Mеtal stuck to my hand like a motherfucking magnet
Anybody can еat it, don't care bout yo status
If it's me and JJ this shit gonna be
[Chorus: KSI]
MADNESS, no doubt when you at this (you goin fucking see this)
Grandness, grab it like I'm Atlas ( then we drop you to the)
Always want when they pree it (reap it)
Can't believe when they see it (believe it)
I been here for a minute (sitting)
Motorway with no limit (skrrt)
[Verse 2: Packgod]
Still fuck around I guess its just the kid in me
Everyone takin they shot no one hittin' me
30- 0 in this battle rap industry, 30-0 but still get no publicity
I'm talkin' my stuff in my city, I'm petty, I'm silly, act shitty, but no one can diss me
This ice on my body got me feelin' chilly, since nobody beatin' me, now they be feelin' me
Shots to ya bod like it's COD on killing spree, it's fun and games till you see the artillery
Who got the bars and the flow and delivery?
President Sweet got me sleepin' like Hillary
I kill em all Packgod been gettin' them victories
This shit made different it go down in history
It's a cold case his life end in a mystery
Shit talking fun till it end in an injury
Your pride gonna pop it goin turn to your misery
You either goin die on the mic or try killing me
Packin' and rappin' since I was just fifteen and since then been killin' them flows like a machine
You wimpy Greg Heffley I'm shootin' I'm deadly, up next now I'm ready
Expecting the envy, talk shooters got .20, talk bands I got plenty, and it's crazy what yo girl would do for a penny
I'mma kill a bitch this my confession
I drop his ass down just like he like some depression
Breaking all my bones rib cage was oppressive
Bitch I gotta flow like I work for Progressive
I know all yo tricks like an SAT question
You try my ass wrong and I might get aggressive
She act like a Scantron that shits got me guessin'
Three shots to his head and not one hit his vest and I'm smashing his momma his sister his brethren
You ask me I'm sure, bitch it is not a question
I keep this shit steady I ain’t ever stressing
One stumble one stutter could be fucking tragic
Mеtal stuck to my hand like a motherfucking magnet
Anybody can еat it, don't care bout yo status
If it's me and JJ this shit gonna be
[Chorus: KSI]
MADNESS, no doubt when you at this (you goin fucking see this)
Grandness, grab it like I'm Atlas ( then we drop you to the)
Always want when they pree it (reap it)
Can't believe when they see it (believe it)
I been here for a minute (sitting)
Motorway with no limit (skrrt)
[Verse 2: Packgod]
Still fuck around I guess its just the kid in me
Everyone takin they shot no one hittin' me
30- 0 in this battle rap industry, 30-0 but still get no publicity
I'm talkin' my stuff in my city, I'm petty, I'm silly, act shitty, but no one can diss me
This ice on my body got me feelin' chilly, since nobody beatin' me, now they be feelin' me
Shots to ya bod like it's COD on killing spree, it's fun and games till you see the artillery
Who got the bars and the flow and delivery?
President Sweet got me sleepin' like Hillary
I kill em all Packgod been gettin' them victories
This shit made different it go down in history
It's a cold case his life end in a mystery
Shit talking fun till it end in an injury
Your pride gonna pop it goin turn to your misery
You either goin die on the mic or try killing me
Packin' and rappin' since I was just fifteen and since then been killin' them flows like a machine
You wimpy Greg Heffley I'm shootin' I'm deadly, up next now I'm ready
Expecting the envy, talk shooters got .20, talk bands I got plenty, and it's crazy what yo girl would do for a penny
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