Reeking of grass, leave you beaten and scarred
Feasibly some tweakin' demon's creepin' deep in this heart
Guarantee these sluts'll scream before I nut n' depart
Smell blood leakin' from these cunts and eat 'em up like a shark
Kickin' back totin' loaded gats, holster is my lad pack
Strapped to these black Adidas track dacks
Stashin' glad wrapped hash n' mad cash stacks
My tracks'll thrash ya brains like some post traumatic flashbacks
Gacked off the whip n' caps, spittin' wicked raps
Clickin' macs, flippin' chicken scratch into written tracks
Grippin' fat stacks, slingin' sacks, whippin' jacks with wiffle bats
Villain's back, sniffin' fat hits off this strippers rack
"Michael was created by a perfect alignment of interior and exterior factors gone violently wrong"
Complainin' sayin' my raps are whiny and aggravated
Try to outrhyme me, ya fags'd just get decapitaded
See that's what happens, I'll have ya fatally amputated
Say that ya hate it and yet ya blatantly captivated
Nah, scrap that slow shit, back with a flow switch
Oh shit! Tokin' a spliff when I wrote this
No shit though, who the f*ck didn't know this?
Cones roastin' as I choke on the dope hits
Sniff blow hits up my nose in psychosis
Throat tastes shit from the smoke and the coke drips
Known to leave hoes with they bones broken
Clothes ripped, soaked in they own guts with they throat slit
Makin' a mess till the day of my death
Blazin' the cess as I'm takin' ya breath
Breakin' ya flesh, I ain't fakin' these threats
Aim to impress as this blade lays you to rest
Best to surrender 'fore ya end up with a beretta
Between ya eyes, like Futurama
I'mma abruptly end ya
Rendered fried from yesterday's bender
"A perfect storm, if you will"