I am not a robot. i am not a machine. i am not a zombie. i don't believe everything i see. desensitized. desensitized. you can't have my brain. desensitize
What's with all these emcee's stealing beats for cash? glamorizing ghetto bullshit to hide your lack of skills. wack-em-cees's. convincing all the youth
From the bowels of sarlacc boba fett rises from the damned. Ten thousand years of torture will no heed the progress of this man. From the body of slave
re in toledo sitting on your ass. why can't you just fix our house? we pay rent like everyone else. why can't you just fix our house. we want respect and demand action
bought time out, to get these legal tenders Surrender, nah, I'm goin' out with a bang nigga Fuck Pataki, I gotta do my thang nigga Forty-four mag, bustin' into action
screamin', "No mo' shoutouts" through nine innin's I'm drama, like two baby mommas and one pendin' This here rapper split up your vest, cause the shit
flatlines Kill your whole entourage off with just one rhyme One rhyme, one rhyme, one rhyme, just one rhyme I, I don't give a fuck, I kill 'em with just
crash But you might feel better if I gave you some cash The more I think about it, Old Billy was right Let's kill all the lawyers, kill 'em tonight
Lyrical tunes that boom, crush consume Brains leavin' yo' veins, puttin' pumps 'n' losin' the bock, blazin' hot glock Raisin' yo' nut, cock to kill son
get these legal tenders (Surrender!) Nah, I'm goin out with a bang nigga FUCK PATAKI, I gotta do my thang nigga Forty-four mag, bustin into action Brains
I greet you back with Something that your front took straight up that just been ate up While you went to sleep seems you couldn't wait up Kill you again
to zero with flatlines Kill your whole entourage off with just one rhyme One rhyme... one rhyme... just one rhyme I don't give a fuck I kill em with
tracks Action packed nipple squeezing, boy colder than sniffle season Simple genius, go hard and spit bits of semen So when the street is split Don't
face as you see em spinnin' MC's are screamin', "No mo' shoutouts" through nine innin's I'm drama, like two baby mommas and one pendin' This here rapper split
lyrical tunes that boom, crush consume brains leavin' yo' veins, puttin' pumps 'n' losin' the bock, blazin' hot glock raisin' yo' nut, cock to kill son
