In The Mind V

Welcome to the underground you must of been hell-bound

Rip your throat out and watch you drown in a gargling sound

Nothin you can do now you lack the know how

Come meet my boy Nicky, yeah this is the Deep South

Ain't nothin new, it's a fucking madhouse

I'm beginning to feel like I'm a fucking powerhouse

I'mma give you a goddamn Chuck Norris roundhouse

It'll make more sound than driving into a cow

I'mma gonna slice you! I'mma gonnna dice you!

After I burn you I'll ice you cuz I'm a cool dude

Rockin' the pink hair, you're callin' me a fruit

I don't give a fuck about your goddamn attitude

Fuck you dude! Go jump off a roof!

I'm the fuckin' emperor this is my fucking groove!

Drinking from the fountain of youth that's what I call my booze

Maybe that's contributing to my shortening fuse

Who knew the life I'd choose would cause these issues

Now I'm here with a screw loose and a tight noose

I'm not suicidal I wanna hear the crack of your spinal

I'm sending souls home in waves by the tidal

Does that make me homicidal with no chance of survival

Aiming with the rifle I'm shooting through the vitals

As I'm burning the Bible I get use to the flames

The place that I'm going is final there's no escape

Can anybody relate to trying to keep my head straight

Can anybody debate or argue I have too much on my plate

Hell no, it's my fate to become one of the greats

Money for the bills is what I'm gonna generate

You can't stop me from passing you in this game

I got my aim on the fucking title it's mine to claim

As I rise to fame you'll come to know my name

If I have anyone to thank COCAINE IS TO BLAME!!

JK homie just kidding

You really think that's me? I only smoke weed

I do gotta need for speed

If you step against me lyrically, you're gonna get buried literally

Everything's cool with my crew, there ain't no bloody mutiny

But you better believe I'll take every opportunity to snap a neck happily if shit ever get's funny

Picked it up a little quick now didn't I? That happens when you lack demand but mass produce supply

The rhymes in your mind just have a tendency to multiply

Here I am rappin' with no direction

I'm not even sellin' yet I'm nearin' perfection

It's crazy the shit you can do when you turn your voice into a weapon

You want me to quit spittin'? It's out of the question