I Kill em all, Take it as a fact
Never Ray Rice the game, Cause I'm never running back
Skin tone Pale, Now they comparing me to Mac
I mean where both Irish, Repping Clovers like Shaq
But shit, I'm just tryna advance myself
Expand My Wealth, All in good health
And they used to go shopping to blow Dolla$
Now I see em in the bathroom tryna blow Dolla$
Bet your ass I'm the next up to claim a spot
Flow dirty like I took it from a flower pot
And Next year you might find me on top of the charts
And best believe I can't wait like I'm bart scott
And now these People coming at me
But they copy their verses
Stashing other rappers words in their purses
I Kill em like Herses, Dead on location
XXL 2012 I'm in the conversation, Bitch
And that was just an Intro
I don't even speak; I just let my pen flow
Sick as a mental, patient Stuffed with Constipation
Everyone scared to face em So they Hate Em
But you could flush your hate
Cause I don't give a shit
I rather be gassed up Then to never be lit
Start to dig my shit Like the bottom of a ditch
And I just started this, But I found my niche
And I just keep killing em
Keep Keep Killing Em
Dead, Bodies lying around in a Cemetery
Extraordinary with the rhymes I be spitting
The Mic is my weapon every time when I be killing
Rappers bout to be Black Eyed by P, I got a feeling
And I'm telling ya now that I'm headed through the ceiling
Your iTunes got more Dolla$ than a Fucking Bank
Open up the PC it's time to burn the Fucking Blanks