Breathe

They told me to put my back into it

Well, give me the pen cause I'm back into it

Rap's ruined, guess I'm here to finish the carnage

And whatever's not ash just discard it as garbage

Spitting hard shit, petrified turds

I hate you bumpin' soulja boy, it gets on my nerves

So much to the point I try to ignite him in flame

When I was, inkin' his verse I didn't write out his name

You know them anorexic

Pan the camera, gat 'em an' exit

Poopin' in the future I gotta be on that next shit

Bet this

Son of a monkey's uncle is breathless

Wannabe good rapper well get him a fuckin' necklace

Throwing Last Dragon I'm 'bout to hit 'em with neck kicks

Texas Chainsaw, bitches off of the checklist

Next is

Something for nothing, dinner for breakfast

A Rosary, a Bible, two idiots and a death kiss

Go!

I know you're comin' to kill me, I feel ya

I ain't even waitin' to see

I know you talk bullshit in a whisper

The funny thing about is you don't come an' say it to me

I always say never flip a coin, kill an angel, and dip bro

Yeah I'm comin' to get it and I know where to get more

They'll be rushin' the castle, comin' killin' the king soon

And nobody can stop em'

Cause it's all about freedoom

Uh, yo we'll be down, if you wanna die

Hunt a guy down, lay him down, no lullaby

Hello I, come in a yellow tie

For the head of my adversary like a mellow guy

Recently [?] melancholy

Mad at somebody matchin' my hand

Scratch it against the pack

Sorry I'm trashin' the party, (don't) give a fuck

Hardly ever I'm hard as ever my heart is darker

My flow is heavy, ya havin' help from no Peter Parker

Or Clark Kent we aren't in a fuckin' film

Retarded, my arsenal's somthin' grim

Not fuckin' Slim you ain't seen it, I'm chuckin' them

And in a minute I'm finna finish it

Yank on the prevalent

To withdraw or get mauled

To piss off and get lost

To resolve at the neck, body get tossed

In a pit where the fish are

Bizzare fo' sho'

I'll see you soon homie, they phony I feel it deep

They pilot trickin' and nothin' they say is real it seems

Conspiricy theory y'all ain't hear me it's clear to me

This phony feelin' I feel it it's slowly building, I bust!

A killer must do what he must do and he murk with ease

So if I leave a murder secne I murder mercifully

Givin' UBI the third degree takin' oaths

I have taken oath and quiet is what I prefer to be

I am not a bird of prey

Why the fuck would you act like you'd ever heard of me

Or interrupt a word I say

You humiliate yourself

I can feel you face

Gettin' hot from over here

Your makin' real mistakes

I see your plans crumble

Be a man, grow up

Leavin' Neverland could make a Peter Pan humble

You play a lot boy

Maybe you a lost boy

Little baby bok choy

Killer? Maybe not boy

Go!