Beat 11 (Prod By. Dahm)

Should I rap about violence turn the stadium to a massacre

land on a chainsaw head first and cut my own brain off

I ain't playing around like the top lid of soy sauce

pushing the competition down vacating the microphone vacating the

microphone from the same stage your laying on been fed medication

since a baby inhalers crashed on me like Niagra Falls so maybe

that's how I developed all these psychy hormones I likely might be on

the scene of a crime spree UFO I'm jumping ships alienated piracy

fuck the challengers fucking stand here acting weird in dead silence

with no applause like my only fan is a bitch with menopause sound

the alarms MC Stephen is about to deck these fools wrecking you

making you look to the skies looking for heaven proof don't call

yourself an MC around me unless you stand doubt free middle

fingers up harrassing cuz little do you know I've been belittled

through growth fucking musicians who the fuck do you think you

are here take my writtens Ridalin turned you to magicians disappear

behind closed doors don't show face without a given time frame hold

the cypher I gotta get this shit turned in by 9 AM y'all MC's are mine

again Advil at 5 PM how do I slam the pen and still draw time to

drown in Gin I'll be around again I'm awake until about ten then I

pass the fuck out because I don't feel talented okay pal here the

crown is take it off but keep your feet planted spit a verse that

demands it I'll be touring through Liverwurst living like living more

like a pilgrims feast hold up recycled rhymes get rid of me you're

dead meat I'm lead feet and not moving up until a judge incarcerates

and I'm standing in between faggots and a bunch of father figures I'm

I'm all about a dollar number only because ugly motherfuckers don't

understand negative outcomes raking leaves and barely filling your

stomach with enough oxygen to live don't talk saying your a gangster

if your not you'll be left dead swear to god Led Zeplin Rockstars

Dungeon and Dragons Monsters punching bag boxers the number

11 cock suckers raunchier than fuck Mia Khalifa drowsier than sleep

aids pure inebriation I'll hit the altitude every magnitude women and

tattoos swimming in her juice flipping on her dude three-way included

I'm looking for an ass bigger than Kim Kardashian but that shit is not

fuck my life I left the light on in the bathroom again guess I'll have to

turn it off magic tricks how bout this ladies and gentleman slide to the

right I'm finna end your life if you fuck with me wife now back to the

cypher back to stacking back to the playing field I'm no accident

Subaru Hatchbacks with sunroofs power windows that don't work

though I have a habit of landing back flips jumping jacks and 50

push-ups bow to get the fuck of my mic bitches

here spit on the rest the instrumental