(Verse 1)
Turners boy, bitch you whack (Pussy)
Cole twice the man you'll ever be
A real man that you'll never be (True)
Get on your knees, give head to me (Bitch)
Pologize and swallow heavenly
Balls deep your pussy wet for me
Third Street, bronze Cole's Gold medal
We stand for brothers, young n wild
Free, what you bout to be, Glock spree
Spritz your home, show you softie
Deadbeat, black eye on Chelsea
Shake Oxy bottle, wish her well, B
When we said get on a beat
We didn't mean on Chelsea
Settle down...
Weezy wannabe, the F for faggot
Molesting bitches like he Bob Sagot
Settle down...
Actin tough like you from the hood with your crackhouse
Coming to beat your ass, get 12, don't you back out
Lil Skittle bitch, riddle me this, Little skittle
Skedaddle into my snake rattle, Skittle Wittle
Got your ass beat Three months go, pic looking blue
Woulda thought sense got knocked into you
Guess I gotta go for round two, how that sound Blue?
Fosters Home, tell your kids I said "Hi!"
If only the first ever found you
(Hook)
I will eliminate you
I will intimidate you
I won't hesitate to
Name drop, Vick didn't
But I sure as hell will
Kavan, you ain't with it
You speaking ill will
Streets we ain't do bitch shit
We kill bill
Kings got your back with it
The Casket when we kill Bill
Don't ever come to Springfield
Cause that be our turn for ill will
(Verse 2)
Crackhead Shaggy don't want the smoke
Don't Choke, I want to hear what you have to say
Aye, I don't play, I win every day I live
Tuck the thirty, do you dirty and get away with it
Shots to the dome like a college kid thirty
Half your head missin and it don't disturb me (Aye)
White kid brick the kilo, that shit piss me off
Don't buck the reload, can't trust a hick with a lick
So I pop the steelo, show boat out the stolo
Drive by, mirk the freeloads and raise a flag
That blue on black crime just like a blue suit
You below me, I'm above you, got that voodoo
To hang you down like a noose do
So many ties, won't see your death on a news scoop
I'm on that street shit, when I say shit I mean it
Ain't with that faggot ass rap with the skinny jean shit (Facts)
My rap Juice your WRLD, give you something to lean with (Where you at?)
Respect a modern emcee, list of shit you won't see from me
I'm a God, what you see from me, heaven tier masterpiece
(Bridge)
Got hit list for you and your witness
Gat send you off with kisses
Now you duckin business
You and me got a lot of difference
You pour lean, I light up the Goji
Then get to crackin up dope spots for dope fiends
They all be actin cozy, shot eyes, cheeks rosey
Come at me like an emcee with bozo schemes
Barkin up the wrong tree with some coco dreams
Try to steal from G's, I got the Rooga
Make ya scared in ya nightmares like Freddy Kruegar
Never stoop to ya level, you on the Tooka
Devil out his mind, ready to pursue ya
Slice through ya like Samurai from Shibuya
(Hook)
I will eliminate you
I will intimidate you
I won't hesitate to
Name drop, Vick didn't
But I sure as hell will
Kavan, you ain't with it
You speaking ill will
Streets we ain't do bitch shit
We kill bill
Kings got your back with it
The Casket when we kill Bill
Don't ever come to Springfield
Cause that be our turn for ill will
(Outro)
This that real lyricism shit
Some y'all kids ain't gon get this
Had to go a little bit slower for some of you
But how many of you can actually freestyle like I can?
Huh?
Aye! Kavan, stop beating your bitch
Just some facts, ya pussy
