These motherf*ckers
Got me thinking about
Quitting spittin just to
Lower the murder rate
F*ck it I'll do it but at a further date
Taking rap back to when
They used to crack vertebraes
Made pop still spit assertively
Okay, I used to serve them things
Serve the weed
By the p
Serve the e
Serve the yay
It only made the g you see today
So I really can't complain
Because
When it come to spit in a rap verse
It's a rat race that I place first in
Like I'm not even the same person
I change faces
I transform
Another phase
Another form
No debate
I'm Bates, Norman
Killing them
But to me it's kind of normal
Adrenaline
Is what I'm feeling in my system
Feeling no pain
When I'm running through their system
Punishment like this one
They never had before
Masochist screaming
I can't take no more
A maniac on the microphone
Lights on but ain't nobody home
You could say I lost my marbles
I misplaced them
Not looking hard enough
A hot potato short of a
Full Crock-Pot
Getting court-appointed
Escorts by the cops
Straight to the hospital
Hostile violent
No matter the environment
I'm like the guy from pie and s***
Crazy thoughts
My mind is where I pile them
The tops close
Yeah I got my eye on it
Fly past Skydive down
F*ck a pilot
Crash land on a mountain
Start to climbing it
Take pieces of debris
Make a beat and rhyme on it
Ya'll watching the Thrones
I'm a spy on it
Take it for my own
What you think I'm lying b****
What you think I'm crazy
What you think I'm twisted
I'm sick
You right
But there ain't
No cure for this s***