'm back on yo ass
You don't get to rest
If it ain't on yo ass
Then I'm on yo neck
If it ain't the neck
Then I'm on ya head
I got a bloodlust that's gotta be fed
I'm back to the bars
I'm off of my meds
That nigga insane
I come from the left
Field full of dreams
I seed 'em with dread
I'm back to the menace
All I see is red
I hear the rah rah and ruckus
From niggas that's quote unquote
S'posed to be 'bove us
I look at my bro and it goes without saying
Can't none of you rap niggas touch us
If you get a hit it's a fluke issa bluster
You bitches is busters
The rhymes that you muster
Barely cut the mustard
Lucky you hoes got each other
You leaning on melodies
I'll take yo crutches
I dirt mothafuckas for fun
Might whoop ya daddy in front of his son
If he still breathing don't feel like I won
If you still breathing don't feel like I won
I can knock out ya teeth and you'd still flap ya gums
The shit that I talk is for all y'all to eat
And I run my mouth
Ya plate's never clean
Foot on the back of yo head and
Yo mouth on the curb-
Michael Jackson with the lean
Michael Tyson with the jab
Arthur Morgan with the shot
Dexter Morgan with the stab
Cooking up in Dexter's lab
Hella tricks up in my bag
Bitch I been up in my bag
You clumsy bitches broke the clasp
Now my content on the loose
Kill a beat and Chuck the deuce
Alex Parker with the juice