[Verse 1: Murkemz]
Roll me up another hay stick
Pour the moonshine, we in Glasgow
I'ma get to whippin' like a bad child
Pack a [?] dope up in the [?]
Dish it out, sell it to the kids
Turn them into addicts [?]
Sell a bit of that, sell a bit of this
I don't give no fuck, I'm celibate as shit
But yet again
I'ma suck bitch, gimme sucky suck bitch
Funny I got a nigga chicken up in the cut, let's
Speed in a way you never seen goin' to buck six
Beatin' up on the people, leave and doin' them justice
Peakin' up found a freak who movin' it up six
Thinkin' of other people, seein' who wanna touch this
Creepin' up on the street he been movin' the substance
Creep and buck shit, leavin' a nigga guts ripped (AH!)
Who the joke that woke the young G.O.A.T
I hope you can cope with a monster
Cookin' up in the kitchen hopin' I get it sponsored
Bitch I'm a gladiator kick it like we in Sparta
Mob in the bay it goes up for the rest of the day
I could hop in and make you the dust or the meth or the 'caine
I be rollin' with weight, got a plug in a Mexican play
I be holdin' the Draco like nothin' was ever the same
Let it bang
Before the piss can bite
Tell the bitch "bow down, go and kiss the mic"
The kitchen's nice, I'm colder than the liquid ice
I flip the script a bit, but the shit precise
I pull a scheme on a sucka like I missed the [?]
And all a nigga see is red like I missed the light
So play Superman, I'ma get you right
Linked up with Lex Luthor and Crypt tonight
[Verse 2: Lex Bratcher]
Oh, look who's back it's that old chick
Average at rap so that's that wack Joe shit
Fast in a Mack truck when I back up
I'mma crash my wagon back into your shit
Cause I'm coming for spots that's not open
Pack your bags [?]
I'm getting a little cozy with your girl
She's the snack that smiles back, she's my goldfish
Flow sick [?] flipping dope shit
So if you give me the morse code your nose itch
I'm cooking the highest dosage to my liking
Always get the strap [?]
When I get I get the mic it's a high price
[?] with the Mike Tyson
I'ma fight till the day I die like I'm on life support
And I'm ignoring the great bright light
My rhymes so evil
My bars so packed it's illegal
So hard pull back killing eagles
[?]
And pause, the gat gotta reload
My heat pack a punch, jalapeno
See the way I'm chopping and my sauce is like a pico
Good guac and chips, Tostitos, hold up
Paper cut how I'm counting all these C notes
Cut the beat up
Go beast like a dragon I'm heating up
Just a feeling when I eat
I'ma beat it up
Hee-hee and don't stop till she get enough
Man he said he got chains, hoe, shit well I got chains too
But your chains run on neck
My chains they serve food
Green turtle day [?]
[?] on your whole track
[Verse 3: Crypt]
If you lack on the track better run Forest, run son
Brace your cats 'fore I snap, I'm undone
With the baseball bat, I really hate y'all raps
[?] you ain't all that
I would bend y'all's ass but like a bad dad
I ignore sons, y'all ain't important
[?]
I make more funds
And the hate just pours out your tongue
I said, ooh, I should be used to this now, huh
People make moves for my crown, huh
Bitches be talking not new to them often, guess I should put you in the pound, huh
I make exuberant amounts of
Moolah but you cannot count up
All of these stacks in a pack in the back of my jeans
Make them move to the ground, huh
That's the only time that I'm falling
Not women, not views, not wallets
I'm sick of y'all using my pockets
Pull it inside out and keep on walking
Been around the world to perform my set
Only worlds you've seen's on the world wide web
Wonder why that is, wonder why you're upset
Cause I'm twice as big, times two and times ten
Cause I laugh when these half-assed rappers to to steal my tracks for a paystub
Man, they must want some
Back from the lab I'm nagging
This metal to the back of your taste buds
I call that a Tungsten
Murkemz and Lex are the perfect example of working
Until it's your turn to be next
The example is set so make certain your best is your best and then life will take care of the rest
Everybody's acting like what I have has been handed
Like I didn't work for this shit and begin my own brand, bitch
But I'll be damned if I'm damaged
The only thing that's been handed is when Murkemz passed me the ratchet like he was a mechanic
I get to blasting the asses and put them all in a panic
I put some asses in caskets
Fuck all this rappity-rap shit I'm not following standards
If you're a brat, you're a bad bitch like [?]
