[Verse 1]

Just think, what if I could just, just blink this [bad word] away.
Niggas think, because a [bad word] bust, I got grips and grips of pay.

The pain grows in fame and kangols with change
And strange hos who bang in range roves for thangs,
Same shows with lames the rain woes will stain insane
Foes who drain and hang bros with brains

If you caught it that means you got it, and if you brought it,
That means you should've shot it cause I'm about ta, drop
The real ya need a lot to kill a leader, prop the
nina [bad word] or pop the milli meter

Demarco I'm bout to spark flow your bark so harsh
But parts gon make you heart blow, blood
And don't be wassin' me cuzzin' me buggin me bout dubs
I'll be mud till these clubs really lovin me

It hurts my [bad word] to hurt my [bad word] but hurt
My [bad word] is what's inspiring these spurts my [bad word] At first my [bad word]  used to be my homey, used to
Be my ace, yellin' you gon slap the taste out my mouth
 [bad word] I never scare sebwafares everywhere,
If you need me believe me its easy, to put holes in
Shakra teasy watch the wezzy he's lots of talk
4 sheezy
 [bad word] 
Some say I should worry and watch where I walk (yeah)
Yada, yada, yada [bad word] that's just talk
I'm a friend, if I was a foe I would be knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knockin at yo front door
[Repeat 2x]

[Verse 2]

The industries faulty industry salty (man)
The industry cost me industry brought me (pain)
The industry taught me industry caught me (strange)
And you niggas know that the industries awfully (bane)

I ain't a snake [bad word] all I did is make niggas
Money was sunny now it's funny you playa hate
Niggas, over some cake the fate of a show me state [bad word] in my face will be Don Juan the great 2 late [bad word] 

I don't speak a lot I peep a lot I creep a lot
And people who speak are usually weak and out 4
Peace and no beef a lot remember we used
2 kick it like bros now you niggas act
like [bad word] and hos

Wit your licorice souls,
Tecca9 I got the wickedest flows
No kid in his mold on misery
Never will get wit this rogue, I'm [bad word] At his whole little fisad of crip that is sold
Instead of a rap I should've twisted his nose

Who kept short nitty from killin you me, who
Kept Dyamund from drillin' you me
Who kept villain niggas from vill dealin' you me,
So now you can take away me and keep on talking
Crazy and Imma let em know where you
Keep yo baby and where you stay D.
 [bad word] 
[Repeat 2x]

[3rd Verse]

You can't turn enough mutha [bad word] against me
You can't find a harder rapper that'll convince me
I'm wit the Canty's the Ashby's the Whitebears
LeJeunes the Harrises and the mutha fuchkin Timley's

The Theorys the Byers the canadys you know the
Familys that are known to be bad 4 humanity
Can he be bad, can he be tough can he be
Rough no cream puffs are considered to be rough enough

Nobody likes you not even yo [bad word] imma
Witness they sick of yo disrespectful way of speaking
explicit always talking about how big yo [bad word] is,
better hope Anghellic, go multi platinum to get your riches

Blood, this is the end of men who were once friends
And then, one [bad word] thought he was somithin when
Punks bend over they get [bad word] (get [bad word]  hand over
Them Tech tapes or get stuck (get stuck)

You must think I'm soft 4 talkin to Icy Roc
Bout knockin the nina out I'm trippin without
doubt, Imma tell you who really is ya friends,
Vell Barkardi and maybe you and him can get
Together and tell it like it is again

Its over man, I hope you brought ya navacane
I know the pain, is slowly taking over brain.
So calm that mutha [bad word] wombat I don't
Need no Don Juan tracks [bad word] bomb on raps.
 [bad word] 
[Repeat 2x]