None of em good they all garbage all of em novice
Should invest in vest They're the best as targets
This hot sh*t Will hit em In the side of they're conscience
For talking out the they're conscience coinciding Hassaan's sickIt's
Something wrong with me I'm on sh*t
Beyond them old secular songs and subliminal sh*t that the rest of them on
Speak my name and get torn to pieces nailed to death then hung from your features
Left there dangling lungs touching your sneakers the sound muffles the ground crumblesThere's
No where firm for you to stand
Its clear and evident you aint learn to use your hands
You would accept the burn if you man
But your scared to even breath near the directions of my square And if your
Crew stares I got something that they could share
She'll slit and severe sh*t swooped ear to ear b**ch
7 days wouldn't do
I'm treating this rap sh*t like food
7 days wouldn't do
So don't step to the stage to get chewed
7 days wouldn't do
I'm treating this rap sh*t like glue
7 days wouldn't do stuck to it
Yo what the f**k you wanna do
You rappidy rap niggas can all save it
What ever you plan to bake is bland flavored
No matter how y'all stretch it cover and dress it the taste tester's who taste it keep saying they can't taste sh*t
Ni**a you grew up in the burbs this aint the same sh*t
Ill push your head off the pedestal that your frame sit
Kick the sh*t in the crowd during the bang b**ch Then proceed rapping while your body still standing
Jamming like uncle bob Vibing with the wailers Throwing competition in a coffin sticking All the nails in
Can't compare him unless its to a werewolf Sit in my seat on a beat and get your chair pulled
Right from up under your a** and that's real
And I don't give a f**k if you like how I feel
Yo just recognize the skill
And put per diem on the bill
7 days wouldn't do
I'm treating this rap sh*t like food
7 days wouldn't do
So don't step to the stage to get chewed
7 days wouldn't do
I'm treating this rap sh*t like glue
7 days wouldn't do stuck to it
Yo what the f**k you wanna do
