Practical

Off 2 blunts kush and hash in each one now I'm fucked up

And I'll knuckle up with any fucking one of you fuck boys

With no warning I'm swarming with uppercuts that'll leave you slumped

Like morphine in the morning without the yawning or waking up

Give me 2 bitches white bitches preferably

With certainty they're slurping meat like fat bitches and sausage links

Tossing heat with my bare tongue and high as fuck like dragons be

Ain't nothing surpassing me

I'm in a another world just call me master chief

Spit catastrophes and a master piece in one verse sounds absurd

But I word it so perfect the competition gets nervous

I just sit in my mind trying to find out what's my purpose

Everyone's a piece of shit but nobody is worthless

On the hunt for gold within the soul so fuck a necklace

If you stepping where my steps is you just asking for a death wish

So I press against your trachea until you're fucking breathless

Chop off each limb and toss it in a bag with other limbs

Upon other limbs it's looking like a bag of Chex Mix

The baddest of the bunch I'm eating rappers up for breakfast

Sending jabs with my bars they hitting hard and caving chests in

Not a long horn fan but I'll show you where the Tecs is/Texas