Chat'n chit, talkin shit I got it you still tryin to get it Get a grip, drink up take a sip Cut the tude and stop giving lip This is my circa, get it get it Gotta cap, fitted fitted Momma's home made clothes, knitted knitted Its already done cause I did it did it Wow, my rhyming scheme has gotten nice Cant hurt me now cause my words are cold as ice They so chillin, which makes me a villian Murderin time, killin killin Seems to be, some reaccurance Gettin a second opinion, reassurance Now that Im reassured, dont say a word After all the pain, you will endure My rhymes are rich, but your talk is cheap So stop spewwin pennies, dont say a peep Cause Im spittin mills, spittin bills Business man, I be makin deals Cant tell me what to say cause Im the boss B Rappers get demoted when they come across me And now Im droppin it low, stock shares Your like a cool story bro cause who the fuck cares

Yeah the radio says its 9AM in londy Hangover bites like a crocidile, dundee Saturday nights over its sunday Fuck there's one more day till monday Cause that means back to real No more partyin, get with the deal Cause every night you can't live out your dreams And all these sketchy fucks on there schemes Yeah I guess they schemin is what the message says I tell them keep dreamin so then they can be the best And you know me I'm far from the rest I give them a change up and put them to rest Yeah changin up like I'm pitchin And there's a problem so I'm on a mission Goin home and feels all new I just had to get back to the shit I knew Yeah this was good but I'm doin better Secret admirer, anonymous letters Yeah some these bitches are stalkers And lots of them are shit talkers But I aint listenin to that There mouth like a toilet I piss into that Some the stuff I left yeah I aint missin that Fuck around and I'll be craftin a diss track It'll have jabs and hooks, mikey t Then I'll bight off your ear, be afraid of me Cause I'll be ownin, no rent Drinkin all night yeah imma little bent Yeah ride this shit for life I'm goin in like a murders knife Yeah that's cause I'm killin bitches You must be a dragon cause I'm slayin you snitches How you like that? Fuckin scary Back to that shit, bloody Mary So don't say my name or you'll scream Be in all your nightmares you'll never dream Yeah I'm complex, but this the basics The basics of tryna make it Just building the foundations Hopefully one day it'll be ovations Started out in codys basement, beat lair And I run my town, king shit, fuck a mayor Yeah cause the CS crew is a royal family Yeah me joey, luke and quinny no stanley Haha yeah comedian shit tell jokes I'm magic with lyrics but this aint no hoax Don't mean boast, but I'm the top buyer Reachin for the top, goin higher

Yeah, at the top i fuckin kill it Money spewin like a clumsy waiter, fuckin spill it Yeah I'm the trillest, true real, that shit This is my cold shit, baby seal, bat shit Like a rod I'm battin, you soft as satin My life in a steam roller, and all you fucks get flattened Now don't be actin, like you don't know My hoods always up, which must mean I'm so cold And you know that's true, aint tellin no lies And girl you can trust me, aint like them other guys Let me french you, and you can see my fries Put them others in demise, pull down the zipper for a surprise Ooh, and shit aint kinder I be gettin dirty pics and your bitch the sender Brews a heart break, not a heart mender Scare your ass like slender, bitch I'm the only contender Yeah you heard that ten, four I murder these tracks with so much gore Like I lion I roar, your bitch so sore I pounded her core, put that pussy to sleep, snore And before, fore play was more like five I took her, made her come, and she arrived She feel more alive, now she's gunna need to take five Cause she's on cloud nine, six before she feel alive Yeah, I got the drive, she love to ride She love the way it feel inside Ooh, lemme slow jam it, your bitch said cram it So I went ham in it and now she restin in a hammock Like a lazy sunday, here its always funday Every nights saturday, there aint no sunday And you think its funny, I gettin all the monay Reppin dodge, but I'm in londay Yeah, uppercut you like a bus driver Looks like someone went at your face with a screw driver And my fuckin clique, you know I die for If you hearin this then you a fuckin survivor Cause I'm blunt with shit, fuckin raw Lyrical artist, my words I fuckin draw Make your bitch go aw, you can't say naw I was playin in that shit like a maze made of straw Yeah, cause you know its almost halloween And I don't mean to be mean Cause I win like charlie sheen Your bitch spread those legs and I go in between You know what that means, I'm goin in So wet I'm flowin in, and you know she a ten Your girl got this look in her eyes Cause she know I'm the boss, and that no lie

Yeah let's get the beat blastin And you better get the seat belt fastened Might need to change your draws Don't wanna smell like shit round your whores This is the scary shit, be ready This is really Elm street, nightmare freddy Gotta keep that composure steady Elmur you good to go? Yeah I'm weddy And I spit it, y'all get it If not then grandma time, knit it This is the shittit, and I say it the best All the shittit I spit like Mr West Cause imma monster, imma killer Imma rip you apart, with no filler I'm approachin, and all you can do is scream Wishin its one horrible dream - The beat fades it all goes quiet Its turned down, must be on a diet The shit changes, mood swing Your lookin green, mood ring Where's the killa who came to getya Your in the house of a thrilla Now it all seems good But that aint how it should This aint a dream, cause its real And there's a weird sense, you feel Like your being watched, and followed And the fear, your tryna swallow Looking for a door, but no exit Imma rip you apart, T rex it But where am I? You'll never see Till we are face to face B - Better run better run yeah Cause this shit for me is fun yeah Cause imma getcha, imma getcha But make you run just to fuck witcha Yeah here comes jason And now your about to pay son Cause imma slice, and dice Cook you up with some fried rice Let you run just to tucker you out Out of breath no screams or shouts Now here comes the grim reaper About to make you a perma sleeper Now stop squirmin man, dinner time Have you forgot this just a rhyme? Cause its graphic, and a scarer Brewnoe, the human terror