[Intro]
Yo, I'ma just tell these fake-ass n***as
What?
Ho-ass, fake-ass, rapping
Let all them know what's up
Fuck your whole crew, n***a
Fuck that, you know what I'm saying?
N***a, y'all ain't shit n***a
I'ma tell y'all just like this
This planet ain't big enough for the both of us
And y'all gots to go
That's right
We're kicking all bitches off
That's right
No mercy, bitch
What's that to me, n***a?

[Verse 1]
Well let me start this discussion with my skull bustin'
Fire-breathing dragon smokin' [?] sippin' Robitussin
Cussin' like a sailor
I got your holy blood on my Chuck Taylors
Stressin', one of life's hard lessons
Learn not to ask a lot of questions (Shhh)
And if you guessin', what if you guessin' wrong
Dead men don't sing no songs engraved on your tombstone
My mind swells, and then my rhymes raise Hell
Felony lifestyle for n***as who post they own bail
[?] in your bitch, sippin' [?]
Remember [?]
Psychopath, schizophrenic, man, I'm paranoid
Me and your clique, this collisions can't avoid
[-s'eeb a kcuF gnits-?], n***a, my whole crew beasting
Coming to your town, look what the Devil [?] (NATAS, uh)
[Verse 2]
In the middle of the night, we fight, and I'ma spark this
N***as gettin' shot on the mic, dyin' a artist
Don't breathe your last from the mic, dyin' a artist (That's right)
Don't breathe your last from the mic, dyin' a artist
Don't breathe your last from the mic, dyin' a artist
Don't breathe your last from the mic, dyin' a artist
Don't breathe your last from the mic, dyin' a artist
Don't breathe your last from the mic, dyin' a artist
Don't breathe your last from the mic, n***a, dyin' a artist
Don't breathe your last from the mic

[Verse 3]
[?]
I kick conversation [?] mental vibrations
Come at you with ill speak but never leak information
A nation of killers is born, beware
Let the demons tell me NATAS to come, we there
To bust, the retaliation is too much
Stay off your own dick, hang too low and lose your nuts
(Get the fuck back! Get the fuck back!)
Who the fuck? Steppin' too close, and yo (That's right)
Give me room to breathe from the mic so I can fix my [?]
Move more units of dope than the law allows us
Rapper man, you gotta have more than fans
You gotta have followers, do or die-ers
Those that look at you like the Messiah
I'm a sin, suicide bombers in to spark the fire
This demonstration is an illustration of my thoughts
Watch the world panic, they can't stand it when killers talk
You cause a riot giving assignments and contracts
Suckers think they got the bomb raps need to calm that
I don't believe the hype, you screaming [Why, Father?]
Takin' all, just going and we're wasting company dollars
You got a lot of time on your hands, [?]
I got a lot of feelings and got them to represent me (Bitch)
[Outro]
Come on, n***as
Let's go
We're going to they city, n***a
Across the world
War's on, boy
I'm bringing the whole city with me
Detroit