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I go animalistic with this verse

Goin ballistic layin in a coffin in the back of the hearse

Become a statistic when i throw in a fuckin curse

Haters betta go an shut they mouth fore they get hurt

Get dealt with lacerations

My mind is never on vacation

My mind is on cloud 9 when i light 9 blunts and i blow it in the sky

Im sick of rappers actin like political backers steppin on the mic straight lying

Im a cub right now

Havent even unlocked any potential

Im gonna soon be a lion detroyin your mental

Capacity

With my little raps like these

Fill a tube with soap and smack a donkey in its

teeth n snout or in other words get yo ass socked in the mouth

Im ownin all these niggas like im a slave owner down south

And if you think im racist go in ur bedroom and pout

And start with the hate and the doubt

But im gonna sought out

All the people that ever forgot about

Im sick of seein my people tryin hard and gettin the runaround

Im like a mini tony hawk

I just started to learn the grind

Im starting to dine on these little rappers minds

I just wanna remind all you bitches

Dont act hard or the trigger might start twitchin or

the finger startin itchin cuz we ready to murk

With a verse as evil as the devil in the dirt