God just sent me the link And he came with a notice that told me that I should kill this beat

When I heard that bass and that pace and my heart was racin' So I took it into the booth and then I gave that bitch a facelift

So where's my scalpel at, people?

This is a surgery.

The beat was looking up at me like Bobby murdered me.

Who am I to deny a request to put a body bag in place or kill these beats with a capital K and have a funeral on that exact same day?

You son of a gun, I do this for fun, I kick it with women, they give me the buns, the booty.

I get it from cuties, like the ones in the movies.

And I'ma keep it with you.

I do not have a whole lot of bread, so I'ma kill every beat I hop on and drop a whole lot of motherfuckin' bombs and stab my nigga.

I curse a lot and I don't give a shit But they give me shit for not giving a shit And that's ass back like a double standing Everybody put their motherfucking hands up right now Cause I got a gun in my hand and a bag in the other And nobody want rap hip hop now I got my mask on and I'm ready for war

So I'ma walk inside my closet and pull out a sword To cut your motherfuckin' hands off all my enemies To show the whole world that they are not what they pretend to be

The wolf inside the hen house, I was meant to be The predator and the prey, the rest is history

I brought that circus in the town without the ticket fee.

And Ghost Road with the whip.

They brought the heat with me.

And then I tuck that burner inside of my waist.

And if a person has a problem, relocate it to his face and let it sit.

He can't end up on the news, oh shit, goddamn But you gotta decide today though, I couldn't afford the silencer So I went to go buy a potato, my shenanigans are real And I'm ready for shit to pop off, I'm bodyin' this beat And I call the morgue and set up a drop-off and hop off My motherfuckin' dick, I done spared too many people But I'm done with all that shit It's okay to be a monster and give it something to eat

They done went and poked a lion and woke it up out of sleep And I was sitting here waiting for my city to get behind me

But instead, I think I moved to a place where they cannot find me.

I'ma relocate to L.A., New York, or another city.

Instead of sitting in a place where they not even fucking with me.

I'm a lone wolf.

And I've been putting in this work since I started And anybody tell you different, then they fucking retarded And I apologize for using that derogatory statement But I couldn't help myself because they must be mental patients If they think that I'm not about to do damage All this rapping I done done worked up an appetite I need me a sandwich and a girl with big titties to make it for me And if they want me to give up the mic, they'll have to take it from me And I ain't giving it up

No!

I'm not giving up!

No, bitch!

No!

Can't have it!

It's my mic!

I'm going home!

Bobby Jackson.