[Verse 1]
Hex.exe:
Snatchin illegally, get in to trouble and gunning with thugs
Trafficing people and packing 'em heats full and smuggling drugs
Never a fan of it, what I have in my cabinet's
A collection of weapon I gathered to cause a family massacre
Seventy limbs of every women I severed with daggers
I'm adding your head in, flatten with a metal mallet
I challenge any untalented motherfucker to tell it
If I ain't intellegent enough for me to step or ever win
Infused with adrenalin too much abuse of this Ritalin
You're finna credit every sentence I threw at em jealous and
Stupid fuckers, I'm influencin you with cannibalism
Craving for human flesh is the newest fetishism
Haters too I have to diss em, I'ma grab a bag of missiles
Assassinate and castrate em with blade and add the scissors
Sadistic antagonist who'll rape and harass them bitches
Embarass you till everyone you know forget your ass existed
Attacked them in my last visit and fracture with an axe kill 'em
Intestine is in the glass, you're finna get crashed
Vision as I slash ya head and your legs put em in a plastic
And laugh, clean up the mess
Harass bitches is what I do, I wanna screw your mother too
In front of you, your corpse is in the other room
Shut up for 2 seconds, I'm here to produce records
That cause you to lose battles and juice and get booed faggots
[Verse 2]
3rd Degree:
Wrapping up rappers with wrapping papers n scotch tape...
Capping up cappers, napping, nappers..Haters are squashed grapes...
Blood flyin everywhere...The smell of death in the air...Mud flyin, Tires
Slidin, I'm tryin, Get outta there...
Splitting up papers after hitting up capers and,..
8 to12 bands for every man, That's alotta grands...
On a tropical island,.Sip corona's on that good life..
When the paper gets low, Go get mo, You know, "Hood life"...
Skillz that pay the billz..Murder with melee killz..
Crack lyrics like day to day..Gotta say that's how great it feelz...
I'm here just to pass the time..A lyrical mastermind...
A plastered bastard, Get plastered faster, Cause a dizaster in half the
Time..
That's cause I'm...A wordsmith with this word shit...
You ain't heard a word of 3rd, Spittin absurd shit?..
Like, I'm slangin that white to get green...Know what I mean?
White n Green, Call it hustlin bird shit...Bwoi...
Mess around, Get that ass kicked..Even worse
Shots burst when I pull up on that ass quick, Fast shit...
I ain't fake, Don't make the mistake, Go to ya wake and put 50 more in ya
Casket...Ya bastad..
Get a headache when ya head break...
Fuck around, Be on the ground, Outlined in dead tape...
Or thrown in the back of that Chevy truck, Heavy as fuck...Cause now yo ass
Is just dead weight..Ha!..
Thought I forgot about that rhyme huh?..
It's like I kept goin then decided to go back in time huh?..
That's what you call spittin flame rhymes..
That's when I look at people,They be like, What the fuck'd he just say rhymes?
Yeah, I do it all the time..It's too damn easy bro!..
I'll blow ya fuckin mind, People don't believe me tho...
But I'ma let em all decide for they self, Rockin the Glock, Top shelf
Makin em die for they wealth
I'm comin in stealth..So don't trip, Cause I'm gonna win..
Hide in trunks, Robbin punks when they slip an get done in...
It's a fact...I'll spit a clip thru ya whip..All the way from the back, To
That muthafuckin front end
Yeah...And the middle is history..A little riddle unresolved, A little
Unsolved mystery...
I think you should try more..Come thru my side door..Die on my floor..Get bruised and die sore..
Flesh tore..Oh what..An eyesore..Givin ya mom a lil somethin to cry for...
Man, It's that G shit..3rd Deĝree shit..Don't you ever, never, EVER, Fuck wit me shit...
Take my grip out, Suppressed so ain't no sound with it
Naw, I'll take my clip out, I guess I'll beat you down with it..
Yo hood is no good, Take all a yo goods, Hide you in those woods
TELL EM A FUCKIN CLOWN DID IT!!..Crown splitted, Astounded and found
Shitted...Beaten...Hidden beneath leaves and small sticks, You'll be eatin
Meat thru a straw til ya jaws fixed, Aww shit
You some small shit, Soft babydoll shit..I was not gonna get hot, or spit
Or spit...Any flame at all shit, It's just a silly habit, I'm so silly, No really, Silly FAGGOT
All I DO IS SPIT RAW SHIT, Put yo head thru a wall makin yo muthafuckin skull split
I call shit like I see shit..So just quit all a y'all lil small shit, Flea shit..
These bars here be that RAW shit, G shit..Flames that Freeze, Freeze Frames when Flames Freeze...Shit!!!
