Yo... I write verses and murder niggas on purpose/ My competition is chicken, If you're scared, Go to church-es/ The young veteran been doing this since 7 so When I spit it makes that shit that you wrote, sound terrible/ Im past sick, talk trash, and get 'yo ass kick/ Contagious student flow, I easily make a class-sick/ Images so vivid I should be a gra-phic designer pioneer Whose inspired soon as the grass's lit/ I picked the lock to get out this cage that I been kept in Till Im free, Like the first month of Netflix/ My life's a mo-vie, and New Orleans is the setting But I have no clue on how to get out..../ Any Suggestions???!, Hmmmmmmmmmm........./ Anyways, My flow is 1 of a million Which means no one posses it, Until then Its you who I'll be killing so Go'n call for help or kill 'yo self if ever You start thinking you're a Don like Cornelius, nigga/ "Yea..." "Yeaa..." "Rest in peace to Don Cornelius" (Verse2): I toss bodies in the rivers to rot/ And I don't mean Hospitals when I say Im taking You straight to the doc/ Flow sicker, niggas ready to swap Theirs with mines, but im not... having it So quit begging, that shits embarrassing/ Listen buddy, things are finna get pretty/ugly.... Oxymoron style for you fucking dummies/ "Yummy...." Every verse I spit Raw as the word "war" reversed admit 'yo flow sick, but mines farley worst, listen potnah../ Im really not the one to fuck with Im bout what ever/ Cause to me, Its all or nothing So where's the chedda?!/ I been smoking on that diesel, Y'all been smoking regular/ I call it 87 Octane, My strain is better Than yours nigga.... uh..Of course nigga Tracks sound like I was putting it down before RZA/ Listen... This just a teaser So play it through 'yo speakers back to back While smoking blunts until you suffer from emphysema nigga.../ [Outro]: "Nigga..."/ "Light my fucking blunt"/ "Fuck y'all niggas"/ "Yea..." "Ima do this every week... A.M. on the way!!!!!"/ (laughs)/ "And tell them niggas I'm on the way!!!"/ "Word to Kanye, nigga Tell eveybody that you know...."/