Verse One:
I’m fighting off the attraction of you drama magnets
Pressing to drain my energy with unwanted baggage
Pick and choose extremities to provoke war
I’ll have you feeling the cheapest since crack and coke whores
Side note: on you, I’m stylin’; fly with vowels
Which, by design, inspires violence; rhymes will silence wildest tyrants
Erasing germs with that pesticidal remedy
From a thought’s fraction to a holographic legacy
So, while you’re out seeking more thrills
I’d build patterns so ill like digesting raw road kill
As we advance, your regime’s stuck on baby steps
‘Cause wasted threats are where you place your bets
You ain’t a Don; your empire takes shorts like block extortions
Rebel and you’ll witness the bloodiest mess since botched abortions
When unleashing the fury, the top consortium
Put it in overdrive like Rock’s distortions

Hook (2x):
Brainless, lame kids that dis to get famous
And, get a name quick ‘til their melons meet the stainless
Audio genocide, the cast-iron danger
‘Cause y’all can never hang with this predatory slanguage

Verse Two:
I’m savagely medieval; leave no sequels for creep foes
After I turn your booths into demolition freak shows
End of time’s approaching; there’s no room to be cordial
Built for combat; malicious techniques remain immortal
Bending and twisting your rules
Pen stabs with full force ‘cause when I smell pussy, all I do is vision your fools
My screws (are) loose, I’d put these war manuals to use
Once hate levels linger the hardest since childhood abuse
Rap scene’s too flaccid ‘cause you bustaz been lax
Now, feel the sudden impact of my Southern syntax
As a result of my rapid-fire conniptions
Frozen cadaver’s your new job description ‘cause your inscriptions were flawed like apocalyptic predictions
Start acting mean
And, we’ll beat you to death in no time like Backpack’s Maschine
Biting these chronicles would be your ultimate death wish
You’d rather get moist off of a Black Mamba’s French kiss

Hook (2x):
Brainless, lame kids that dis to get famous
And, get a name quick ‘til their melons meet the stainless
Audio genocide, the cast-iron danger
‘Cause y’all can never hang with this predatory slanguage
Whaaaaaaaaaaaat!!!!!