Lyrics
You better MOVE everybody whos blockin' me
I'm comin' THROUGH and nobody is stoppin' me
if you oppose me Rest in peace
who ever gets into my way is f*** in' dead to me
i've been in the darkness, 'n its due time that im about to shine
cuz im itchin' to get out of cynical livin', don't give a sh** if it'll take a thousand tries
so don't you shout at my, shows, that you gonna doubt the rhymes
you dont really wanna get it wit a twisted mutha f*** a when im a little out my mind
I'M, losin' it, everybodies on some STUPID sh**
keep ya 2 cents to you b*** , the truth-is i aint gonna f*** in' be USIN' IT
I don't give a sh** WHO IT IS, ask anybody how RUDE I GET
get a chainsaw, take the blade off, place it in a fags jaw, 'n make 'em Chew it b***
-who this?!- BASICK, and you better remember the name for now
otherwise im gettin pack of stainless razorblades for you to CHASE IT DOWN
where are all my haters NOW? apparently too scared to make a sound!
and all you wantin' to collab, i dont wanna rap unless you plan to PAY ME NOW
Waiting-Out, this drama so- if you gotta problem drop the sh**
i didn't get into hip hop, to get shot, jus cuz im spittin as hot as this
go tell 'em im NOT that sick, everybody knows im BONKERS b***
got the game on lock, till the day im dropped or i crush and CONQUER IT
everybody hates me lately, cuz they gotta pay me to - literally kill a verse
maybe im so crazy, got verbal rabies, and i - viscerally will emerge
from the grave of damien, savin' me from spiritually within a hearse
god has forsaken me, makin' me so cynically live on earth
You don't really wanna piss-me-off, i got a f*** in' vendetta wit a pistols drawn
i'm - a little bit off of my kilter dawg, 'n i wont hesitate the baretta to kill you all!
-Yeah- I'm so ill, I will not stop drillin' the hot till I bottom out or suffocate!
you mutha f*** as never gonna be able to swap me out like im a pack of double-a's
so It goes back to the basicks, relax and jam to the bass hits,
flow that i rap is a greatness, and i pace it so fast that it'll crack open a space-rift
smackin' ya faces! wit a back hand, full of hatred
b*** i'm back, and im wit a wrath, that'll kill a rap when i fill a track, I'm so dangerous
got the attitude of jason, vor-heez, you don't really wanna force-me
if i snap, im battlin' back with no remorse-seen
'n rippin' out your spleen, fittin the organ in your-teeth
'n kickin' it close when its in your-throat 'n i still got more in STORE-b
you aint gettin' me free, im a lyrical beast, i don't give a damn WHAT you say
you still listenin' to me, while i diss you on a beat, even though you in such a rage
'n you better shut up cuz ba-sick doesn't want your FUCKIN' praise
You aint gotta love me, I know that I bust heat, so trust me, i'll f*** the game
