KILLIN' 'EM ALL

got subliminal uncivil evil thoughts

that dont make sense when i try to connect the dots

while the only problem you got are leaves on apples made by mott's

my rap is hated by cops

and other niggas i pretend like,

but fuck em imma kill em with rhymes and a mike

you be ordering 500 dollar bb guns from evike

just to look gangsta and cool

but it aint working, you just drool

as you witness bitches i bring home

and at your mouth you start foam

you dick still aint grown

and you got disowned

your kingdom got overthrown

i now own this throne

so back off and sight tight

and wash off the epic loss from this fight

‘cause every mother’s day needs a mother’s night

For now everything just seem so right

Admire my mind, admire what i write

you make my fire ignite