Verse 1 (r0ck)
So sick when I spit some killa shit let it rip.
Tie you up for my grip, pistol whip, then I skip, to the next day,
disappear and reappear with some more dank.
This dumb thang gon hit ya whole face, brains hang, it can’t be the chronic smoke.
It must be the shrooms and acid, yoc the whip split ya whig, kid we still laughing.
White girl make you feel like you the shit huh!
I light your soul on fire, make you trip son!
I pop 23 vics, all in the same night, die 5 times bring myself back to life.
Zooted, my feet feel rooted to the ground, I’m so high, I never want to come down.
Pussies joke and clown, when we aint around, but as soon as we’re face to face, you punks make no sound.
Verse 2 (0ptimo)
It’s all environment, I display abilities that make you buy this shit.
High of hits, weed laced with speed, many nostrils bleed.
No not from coke, my fist broke your nose.
Leaving you bitches froze.
It’s all repetitive, everything is relative.
Why are we so hesitant to spit raps that are heaven sent.
Expletives deleted, not repeated, except that I be so motha fucken heated.
Leave ya fiending for more dope on the hook.
Leaving ya haters shook bitch and all my beats I took.
Ya some fucken faggots, I took em then I blast em.
Good news, I got a dick and your wife can have it.
I’m an addict.
Verse 3 (r0ck)
My my brains full of static, like a torn piece of fabric.
Fast like a rabbit, if I want it Ima have it.
I’ll take it, I’ll grab it.
Put you in your place, 3 sixes in your face.
Liquid ecstasy leaves no taste.
Heart full of hate, drop bombs like Husain.
U.S. kamikaze, what’s my name? Say my name.
Dope like raw coke, Blow be it’s middle name.
Explosive like grenades.
I’ll explode in your face.
Leave you broke like a plate.
Popping E’s like a rave.
You don’t exist, your fake, like a man made lake, or 50 dollar Bathing Ape, yea Bathing Ape.
Verse 4 (0ptimo)
Whatsup, I’m back on the beat.
I’m cutting you like coke on my motha fucking street.
My style ain’t free.
Melodical, methodical, type of symphony.
What? Is you stupid? I really really do it!
My flows are so fluid, hate on us, but we a motha fucking movement!
Keep ‘em wrapped in plastic.
Complex, so mutha fuck a (?)
Active, with these vicious ass tactics
I keep it sick made. 24 deep but I got my own back (?)
Raps made by me, unleashing on suckas these boys cant compete.
They ain’t on my level, they barely slapping knees,
These niggas is biches, lower than my feet.