You might need to go to a hospital because my bars are an aresonal
To fit the bodys of enemys i need a uhaul
I dont care if im not tall im the law
One day i saw you guys chillin
I shot you then your bloods all spillin'
Shoutout my little sister lilly
She silly
With my raps im making a milli
Really im not lying
But inside im dying
This is the only source of communication
Its like an invitation to be social
Im spreading to everybody like mail at a postal service
Im nervous
Im starting to feel like i burnt this
My bars so fire im like a furnace
I killed you was you born in ashburn
Cause you turn into ashes
You like a parasite you gave me rashes
You cant even trash this