SURVival Tactics

My skill is #grander than #Theft #Auto,

Yall rappers becomin cold, but I stay hot tho,

These rappers gimmicks are old, so I'm throwin em into the house of slaught-

Oh! Fo sho, I'm comin' to send em runnin and to have some fun n bitch I'm

mainly here, to strike fear, and slaughter whoever thinks they're hotter and

kill everything they hold dear, a walking #criminal #circus hits the surface,

of the #game not #lame but not #tame with no fame and no name, for himself,

but his records will still hit the shelf. Today, I'll say, I'm winnin' and you know

I gotta be, lyrically wrecking them in the rectum, then checkin' em like a

colonoscopy, and you gotta see how me, and Weintroub to

the Harry, be, killin the beat makin feats and if the rap game was a chair, we

would've destroyed the seat, my skill is #untouchable, call me a

#dalit

Fuck FloRivah and Fuck Suspect too, I'll be chokin' em' with so much lyrical

content that they'll be turnin' blue, dude, I'm not trying to be rude, but yall

are runnin from the rap game screamin' "Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah"

bitch this isn't #Hey #Jude. I once took a car in the rap game and it flew,

I listened to Ginger's shit and it blew, major dick, but I shouldn't be a prick,

I'm not trying to be a prick, but fuck with me? You'll be catching a beating

like Micheal Vick, so everyone, make noise for me louder than the air horn

in a shitty trap remix

I don't give a fuck what you feel, so start sweatin, because I'm bettin' you

aren't lettin' a vendetta between me and you because I'll come on top

because I'm betta and if you a cop, you better stay away and come back

another day, I'm leavin, man we need Harr-ay to get into this song anyway,

Harry what'cha need to say, need anything off your chest? Him and I, my

homies Jayeme KNB and Theory should be crowned the best, bitch we're

bigger and better than Kate Upton's breasts.