Lyrics
Step one, fuck a gun, leave your tech on the dresser
See, I just caught me a body, no need to get him a stretcher
I'm out here deadin' some records with bein' mentally clever
I could get a set of Berettas through some metal detectors
I'm usin' new angles, this is Newton with science
I ruin you rhymers, then sun you like the moon was in hidin'
While drivin' starin' out the sunroof at the lunar alignment
You better check yo'self like the swoosh on ya Nike's
My crew, it is shinin' luminous lightin' rubies, and diamonds
Bars are blowin' up the spot, should be recruited by ISIS
As if my crew was Al-Qaeda, b-b-b-b boom in the cypher
Pick you off one by one like I was shootin' with snipers
Acoustic killin' in the studio a musical tyrant
This is how bein' sign feel no Julia Dreyfus (get it?)
Stealth bomb, yeah, we rule like lion
There ain't a future for you newbies, this is nuclear violence, let's go
(Yeah, that was my underground shit)
(Now lemme get gangsta on your fuckin' ass, real quick, let's go)
I'm about to stick up rappers, let's go and grip some ratchets
Man, I got that shit that clap up you little trick ass gangstas
You ain't tough in that camera, you ain't done shit bruh actor
You sleepin' with the fishes turn yo' whole clique into batter
I'm shootin' everybody, I got that heavy army plus got Benellis poppin'
I'm whippin' work on the stove, yeah, I'm fetty woppin'
I'm sippin' syrup, make a toast, yeah, I'm steady mobbin'
I rock fur on my coats, yeah, expensive foxes, for a nickle or a loonie
Got my finger on the Ruger, favorite pistol is an Uzi
Bars in the booth, fresh outta prison like I'm Gucci (brr)
Got cars by the pool and some bitches in jacuzzis (shorties)
I pistol whip while I listen to Lil Boosie
Let me flip the script to this picture, it's just a movie
This shit was just fiction, I did it just so I could prove it
That y'all spit whatever to sell a million units, stupid
(I could murder you with any style)
(Now lemme hit you with the double-time real quick)
(Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go)
I'm killin' 'em rappers on video cameras, original patterns, I have 'em
No biscuit or jammers, no clips of bananas to stick in the hammer just rappin'
No bitch in Atlanta, no sippin' on Fanta, no syrup in that cup, no drankin'
With diction and grammar I'm bigger and badder, no kid on the planet can match it
I'm killin' 'em by the bazillion, buy me a vial of the Ritalin (woo, woo)
High like reptilian, every line that I write is deliberate
Ride and then die with my militants, I am a mile above 90 percent of 'em
Why you pretendin' then? I am not Eminem
I am the type to get wild when I rhyme, and get live with adrenaline, I am in my head again
My persona's Whitey Bulger mixed with Ayatollah
Michael Jorda', I got high euphoria, say ya sayonaras (sayonara)
To the way that you do things, I'm changin' the state of the music
Least I'm makin' a major improvement, ragin' on you like Volcano Vesuvius
And in case you were clueless, I do not fuck with no shady producers
Rock it so hard in the booth that I made it to Houston
Body, a feature so hard that these rappers aren't able to use 'em
So call me wigger cracker if you think it matters, flippin' styles how to kill a rapper (bitch)