Lyrics
chorus
im busting on ya motherfucker ya know that ya aint ready for shit,x4
Im here ready fakers know they cant talk smack,
Its mantic killing ever nigga who wanna fight back,
im off the rest its time to bless this god of war,
looking for more, ya cant ignore that im hardcore,
Im killin while slitting every nigga who gets on my way,
im here to stay blasting cats with bullets any day,
Im shine like stars in the sky couse im almost there,
shotting with lyrics killin fakers so ya better beware,
pull out the gloc or my taurus when niggas start to whine,
i sip on wine and hennesy to rip my nigga Mike9,
and so it starts like lego pices as i pull the parts,
like grocery bags, store ya body while i pull the carts,
i aint playin dice but im rolling with my duce duce,
choose to loose, feel the pain couse i bring the abuse,
Its Mantic rollin in my bins full of scripts and ends,
it aint easy son to get here see the blood in my hands,
chorus
i never rate or segregate any sign of sin
im up ya ass couse you feelin when im walking in,
just of the topic drunk off toxic can ya feel my pain,
rushin cocain straight at ya brain only u to blame,
im just to cocky couse there aint no nigga knockin me,
Ko this hoe go to the store and buy me some bacardi,
celebrate my lyrical hate to any bitch who wanna battles,
i bring them war and thats for shore when niggas wanna rattle,
~ya know that when im ridin ya bitches can always feel my shit~
~ya know that when im ridin ya bitches can always feel my shit~
any hater who thought i couldnt hold myself in war,
well its in store your off the shore killin your delore,
when i want more talk to your hoe and all in store,
pull out the rubber maker her a mother couse i want more,
and though my thoughts my sounds of pain and greed,
im always in need to sell off my weed and so on i proceed.
chorus
shorty chillin looking at me thinking kinda strange,
im acting off range turning the page take her to the next stage,
and though my acts may be of lust loosing all trust,
im ready to bust knock out some rust shacking my nuts,
ya better beware im comin prepared with some duce nines,
shining like lights and like my lyrics blasting out nice,
ya now better thant to fuck with me,
the biggest fish in the sea to big for your pussy,
i penetrate with lyrical hate to all them haters,
see ya laters, call out the bushers for some beef makers,
nigga if you cant squash i then rush it,
why you wanna show your face when all you talk is shit,
you better back know couse i aint playin around,
straight down A-town chillin knocking this sound,
i better lose some weight couse this getting heavy
givin ya bitches a quick advantage till ya ready,
i bust out my skill feel whats real when ya thinkin,
leave your head flat of the mat ya just faking,
