I don’t like people

Late night, scribble tight, sharper than a steak knife,

Fake life talkers gettin’ folded like a break light.

Smooth with the pen stroke, groove, with

The tempo,

Cool with the scheme but the jewels leave a dent though.

Flip words, slang herbs, cook it in the

Rhythm pan,

Small fry chatter couldn’t measure where

My lines land.

Sit back, count stacks, sharper than a thumb tack,

Drop gems heavy, make the ground where the drum crack.

🎶 im gunna kill ya grandmother, and father, i hope you get stage four cancer i die today, i hate every body yall so fucking disgusting

Mic check, rhyme bet, swingin’ like a

Nunchuck,

Stay low-key, still they treat me like a

Dumb luck.

Quick flip, script tip, bend it like wrist

twist,

Every bar crisp, like the chef with a dish

List.

Watch close, side-step, colder than a handshake,

Cool breeze flow, leave ‘em froze with the

Fan break.

No cape, no chase, cookin’ off a cold

Plate,

DOOM-style patience, still feasting at a slow rate.

Can y’all get out my face and dead tomorrow (repeat x4)

You bark loud, but the bite never lands with force, I’m the engine in the game,

You just ridin’ the horse.

Talk tough on the beat, but in person you fold,

I been writin’ with the heat that could melt through gold.

It’s crazy how y’all thought i was done with this shit, put that beat back on before i pull the trigger on your grandmother

Ok don’t kill my grandmother please.

Heat-rise, beat-wise, fold it like a street-sign,

Talk-cheap, i-invest, heavy-in-the free-

Mind.

Word stack, burn-tracks, sharper-than-

A blade- edge,

Flow-so/butter-make-the toast-with-a straight-spread.

(Repeat x5)

Step in the spot, eyes pop, they know the

Plot,

Fake crowns on clowns, they bite, but they soft.

Talk slick, wrist flick, I ghost through the

Mist,

Your flow’s a checklist, mines a hit-and-miss.

Mirror on the wall, y’all just a reflection,

Talk big, but quit-don’t get the connection.

Snap back, cap slack, your bars in

Arrears,

I chew up weak rhymes like you snackin

On tears.

(repeat x5)

(repeat x7)

I dead don’t like people, I don’t even like my own family, me too, and thank tou for putting me on the song, um sure i might do a remix soon, ok bye