I cut the heads off 131 lords Turn your skull to half of one forth Mathematically equate that You was holding weight back But pressure bust pipes They wetting more then the floor I'm smoking quads outer space like Geordie La Forge Honorary had a story before So fuck that rap shit and that's it In the laboratory cooking cat piss Speaking bad on my name I fry em up like catfish Already know I had glory before Of course I was rocking that coal velour Ayo I didn't have a lot but it was more then before Mike Larry copped back to back Honda Accords This was back in 04' playing fight night on Xbox Chui had the twenty two Tru had the twin Glocks When you dead broke reality is like a cinderblock Hit you in your jugular bitches wont fuck with you Its Freddy Kruger bitch you new to this Who want the smoke I got the Buddha fist With the hoodie on the J Hood The Winchester turn your Blatter into tuna fish Flatten that boy like when Yokozuna sits My fake friends still checking in Any head shot you can recommend Seven arms seven heads Im Scaramanga with the banger You in perfect danger hands up no macarena I pack a flamer like meek mill with the bad braids Bad days I'm still relaxed like a café Hit it from the back use her carpet as a ash tray Nothing but a target cause we living in the last days Stab you in the heart and leave a sad face I was getting money getting pussy throwing parties at cache But shit will fuck your head up Sort of like a bad fade Look, I been alone training My one finger chisel stone Take these missiles home let them Chisel bones Tryin to take the W like Bishop vs Cyssero Bullets fly up under you you float and leave your kids alone And fuck the hard work I'm known for the bar work My arm hurt from throwing all these stones making artwork Slept on me for so long i swear to God my heart hurt Pain coming half way up my leg like converse And I been focused on my song work Since the fitted caps and the long shirt I'm counting cash E. Honda how my palms hurt Bout to let the bomb burst Thought that I would stop then I drop a hot long verse Yea, You on whatever trend popping now I'm in my own lane I swim up like a crocodile I'm the one they talk about bodies you can chalk em out Favorite rappers worst nightmare bitch I'm clocking out