we fight fire with flamethrowers
that boy crooked i is equivalent to four arms
the cannibal slash killer
kill you then eat your body
joe budden is the pair of legs
i don't really think y'all niggas get it
run up on your with a army it is
you got a problem with any one of my slaughters
then y'all niggas can come with it
i'm gon' shoot your stupid ass
i get hostile then i'm violent
i don't make threats nigga i promise
my style is stalin mixed with sick lyrics
turn your appearance into a disappearance
i fuck with nothing but gangstas
nothing but hustla niggas
i fuck with nothing but my clique
i fuck with nothing but gangstas
nothing but hustla niggas
i put my money on my clique
coming out the barrel of my fifth
and i stay hungry more so
guess that's why i'm the torso
i pour sweat when i perform shows
what i record goes down as the best
but the vets won't let that torch go
and i got one on my back right now
that's what i tell myself now and then
don't want to go back to that block like when varejao defends
i ain't none of you cowards friends
every human out of my sight before i count to ten
i'm hungry like i never ate
set a table up with knives
all these sweet dummies looking me like a pepper steak
jab it everytime i touch a pen
i'll devestate your career
let me get a good breath take before i regulate
what i design is mine and mine
and thank god it shines all the light in mine
so my eyes can find a nice dime to grind
you rappers chasing popularity by any means
buying too many size 20 skinny jeans
the west treat me like i'm really king
i'm pacquiao in the phillipines
you rappers dressing like you fittin to sing billie jean
where's your head nigga? i got the guillotine
fuck your hollywood limousine and rented bling
i give you three red dots and i call it a triple beam
i'll put your pad on your property
properly rob you and hop in the jag
if you stopping the profit
the glock will be popping your body
you'll rock a colostomy bag
possibly be stopping the plasma dropping
clock running out and the outcome bad
any one of you niggas fuck with my team
pretty ass thing with the infrared beam
sleep on that and get killed while you dream
fuck a rap group slaughterhouse a machine
i'm gooned up if you know what i mean
everybody want to be down with the king
no fly zone. my one goal's to astonish
i tell them keep an accomplice away from the accomplished
they still making threats on your highness
but i tell them where i be
they just ignore the compass
i think all your mans' play dough
fans they know that what? you a soldier to a general
tell them little dudes i ain't mad at y'all
college kids like asher roth
y'all just trying to put food on the table
while i'm a just come and try to snatch it off
most young dudes would be angrily
but anxiously awaiting bankruptcy
wonder what makes little motherfuckers think they the same as me
i'm synchronised you and your men should die
learn certain shit you ain't meant to try
got the ground covered with some niggas in disguise
best bet is to attempt to fly
i ain't got to generalize
y'all enabled to write what the pen describes
so when he asked what i meant and why