Rumble

Got enough skeletons to fill about 4 closets

With 4 more worths shit to knock you out your foamposites

Rocket launchers, a four, a chopper, I roll and conquer

I ballin proper, rolled out the gutter before a goner

Im more than rhymer im sorta kinda an anaconda

A tight grip, broke gat sounding like a fake designer

Im packing remedies to fix and mix your chemistry

Its simple shit i twist and flip the pencil with the melody

And to the people playing games im bringing maximum pain

Let's see how spitting bits of ether can react with the brain

These jaspon statham gangster rappers always acting the same

Getting cranked up by the shock of all their fashion and fame

Christ almighty things id do just to see some passion again

Run a circles around the track just know ill lap you insane

Making documentaries on how to add to the game

Got a grave, a plot, a cemetery and slab with your name

You better fall back or format for combat

Chrome gat that blow back your whole skull cap

I compact the comp that claim they want that

I jump back, hit em with the pick and hear his lungs gasp

I got a contact so you'll never be seen

Sent your body to the morgue but left your head at the scene

Dark nights i been waking up dead in my dreams

The christian bailed in me, now im sinning effortlessly

Got a 357 for three rappers tryna measure up

A spree killin every other emcee that you mention of

The freak spillin all this shit to fuck all of them legends up

A beat ripping villain that can't wait to shoot the messenger

huh, hes pretty good for a white dude

Despite you listening to ice cube back in high school

No one like you but nowadays it is quite cool

So they'll hype you until they repeat the cycle