I got sixteen sixteens and if i write one more song And i'll be at seventeen again like zac efron You punk motherfuckers get stepped on 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 Cause 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 Cause i eat you all up like i was ted bundy No funny, where the fuck you bunching? I'm a serial killer come get your cap n' crunch, bitch
