The hi jacker is back, with nact for getting shmacked
hit a rig packed wit wax passenger side the homies Cadillac
Terrorizing the track wit a battle axe spittin this verbal crack, too dope for weed sacks, too def to hear feedback, quick to snap, Tom and Jerry you ain't getting your cheese back, I need that, your girl be in my dm like can we please chat, i needs to get away from this diseased rat, stop snitching, thes facts
you seemed trapped, in result of the ferocious flow, vernacular spectacular, like crooked I on death row, don't go and get comatose over the dooh, over exposed, over you goals, over you soul, damn near overdosed, you Betta hold the phone these suckas is extra prone to get their head blown, as I shoot and reload straight off of the dome, in a no fly zone, release the hounds and send the drones, a.p.b. on suss emcee working alone, speechless in the cypher, with the lack of vocal tones, lyrical foes get froze like carbonite han solo, this chopper is a whopper, it'll have you leaning like a cholo, don't get smoked like some dodo, and use your eulogy as promo, at the wake rockin slacks and a polo, stand next the coffin and pose for photos, bro hold own...