cap n' crunch

i got sixteen

sixteens and if i'm right

one more song and i'll be at seventeen again like zac efron

you punk motherfuckers get stepped on and i'm best on any beat that i take a mess on

i see right through you like you got mesh on a hard body

beyond the dead i get my flex on

the best one

my name gets spoken 'bout cuz i spit crack verses that bring smokers out

so know your route filled with unleaded as i escort this beef to death like the paramedics

yeah i said it

everything thing i touch is deaded tyler directed the funeral and this just got beheaded

forget it

the killer's in the booth and i'm drunk off this serum so all i spit is truth

and i don't really rap i am panic on this muse

how you get killed using verbally abuse

it's dead

somebody call the coroner this is what it sounds like when domo genis cornered you

you're gone

knife to the neck just for respect

bitch this is of

yes i'm crazy

i'm a bastard

all i spit is dirty like pornographic rappers

stop

you're dead honey

cuz i eat you all up like i was ted bundy

no funny

where the fuck you bunchin? i'm a serial killer come get your cap n' crunch