I'm changing, man. I thought I was supposed to be this hip -hop savior, but I've turned into a sinister.
Yeah! White niggas prepare to die. You ain't got nowhere to hide. I'm knockin' at your fuckin' door. You scared cause you know hell'll ride.
Niggas gon' get down with rhymes. It's just me, myself, and I. I lowkey run this rap shit. You don't know cause it ain't televised.
This is war, gentlemen. My flow is filled with more venom than George Zimmerman.
And it's car chillin' with a loaded .44. Tucked into a drawer, fidgetin', itchin' to find a brand new casket to store niggas in.
Y 'all just make me laugh and giggle. Call me out on tracks, then bitch, I'll pound on you like that vending machine that stole my pack of Skittles.
Niggas thought that y 'all and me dissolved, and I was soft after my album rolled, but no, bitch, I evolved.
I'm takin' over shit easily. I rarely do collaborations cause y 'all ain't qualified to be in the league with me.
I just let the beast unleash. Someone get this freakin' leash. I'm snappin' on all you, leavin' every MC diseased.
I'm the motherfuckin' hip -hop sinister.
These niggas thought I was dumb, but I ain't finished up.
I'm the motherfuckin' hip -hop sinister.
These niggas thought I was dumb, but I ain't finished up.
Motherfucker, we makin' history. A million independently. So kiss my fuckin' ass, left to right, you get to pick the chick.
Young boy, you just pretend you do to make the chicks believe, but your label is fuckin' you like Ruthless Records did to me.
Stop with the compliments. I've been locked in my mama's den, pridin' when I would be droppin'.
This hop's in the bucket list, bombin' incompetent. Rap gobblers mobbin' the continent.
Gotta be dominant. I'm surprised that God isn't vomited.
I'm wearin' a badge, tearin' your ass. Another badge, cuttin' through necks till they barely attach.
Me and this game are one and the same, like Jaron and Crack. The darkness is around, so make a flare with a match.
You got skill, where is it at? I haven't seen it. I'm gas to attack a genius.
You'll get mad as I have you gag your penis until you throw up your own liver.
I don't give a fuck. The floor ripper.
I'm the motherfuckin' hip -hop sinister.
These niggas thought I was dumb, but I ain't finished up.
I'm the motherfuckin' hip -hop sinister.
These niggas thought I was dumb, but I ain't finished up.
Now, if I stopped being who I am, that would upset me.
I'll never change for none of you wack -ass deadbeats. I struggle to change for J Christ to accept me.
I don't even change clothes, shit, not even my bed sheets.
When I step outside the booth to rhyme, rappers commit suicide and jump in front of a moving semi -truck like it was glue to die.
Niggas is watered down, fuck it, it's time this glue will die.
I better get on your knees and pray to God I hope that you survive.
Killing rappers like I could don't violence.
I murder you and when your soul is floating to hell, I ghost ride it.
You won't last living in this cold climate, so don't try it.
I know I'm ill, I don't need no pussies to co -sign it.
Commercial niggas thinking they carry the torch, it's gonna be very hilarious when I bury your corpse.
So next time you spit a fucking rhyme that's too simple, I'll jump kick your ass through the glass of the booth window.
I'm the motherfuckin' hip -hop sinister.
These niggas thought I was done, but I ain't finished up.
I'm the motherfuckin' hip -hop sinister.
These niggas thought I was done, but I ain't finished up.
Thanks for watching!
