I'm Your Idol

I'm Your Idol

I rock a pair of butter Nikes

And blood drips on my kicks when the boxcutter strikes - your flesh

Your skin is tender, it's shredded like it's in a blender

The red drips from your head, in the tint of magenta

You're left gory, cats that be thugging or bugging

if they bring it towards me, reverse it

Take a walk back, rehearse it, think it over, direct it

at someone else that will flip on you and stab you for respect kid

Your idol, your average psycho, I'll leave you bludgeoned

I pack a rifle listen up cousin I'll leave you stuffed in - a coffin

Cut up like diamonds, shut up when I'm rhyming or get

Your mouth blown off don't get me upset

You walking vaginas, talking like miners, you're spineless

Looking for Necro's, looking for trouble you'll find it

So die quick, you bitches need the Heimlich

From sucking my dick, now drop the recital I'm your idol

When I rhyme - fuck it, I kick raps like a slime bucket

I kick back getting blowed by a dime - suck it

You think whack, while me - my minds rugged

I see it's my time to bludgeon I take a nine and buck it

You suckers, die slowly, respect me like I'm holy, Godly - the one and only

Hardly able to be played, I'm from BK

I need blades for he-say, she-say, you should be afraid

If you talk shit about me you can't relate

I'm a teacher - I'll beat ya - I got a degree in hate

So kill yourself, before somebody else

Kills you - before you get the chance to, you should be dealt

The cause of death, by your own flesh

You want to kill yourself now kid? I won't argue with you, you know best

There's no test I haven't passed

You test me you'll be the past - you'll be a walking cadaver fast

That's what you