[Verse 1: O]
I admit that when my brother died, I kinda changed a little bit
Now I roam the streets and I wanna strangle a little kid
I'm trying to get on track, but I'm noticing that the tunnel's light
Is changing to the same train that came and took my brother's life
Cold as ice and I'm hot, you should be concerned
If I get popular the world is catching freezer burn
Leading verne, I was never someone who was pacifist
I'll pass a first across your fucking jaw until it shatters it
Fuck a firearm, I'll set my arms on fire bitch
And prove that my entire fist overpowers entire clips
So send a fire ship from every guy in your entire clique
I'll pack you a lunch because I pack me a punch that Lucifer admires bitch
I've got the wrath of a god homie believe it
So if I ever catch you under arms like a speedstick
You're gonna see that I'm not the mother fucker to beef with
Begging for peace quicker than hippies can get their trees lit
[Hook]
Inhale, exhale, (choke) Inhale, exhale, I breathe smoke
Inhale, exhale, (choke) Inhale, exhale, I breathe smoke
[Verse 2: O]
I was raised in the darkness, my fear is at a minimal
My mother's dated criminals who've done the unforgivable
Your pitiful pedophile persona isn't fictional
Nor what you've done is fixable, your life is just despicable
An irresistible feeling of rage is inside of me
A prodigy who's personalities could form a colony
And honestly your fake apology is fucking comedy
You're constantly contradicting yourself as soon as you start to speak
And I'm sorry you're so commonly used
That even if you said it to me I'd be partly amused
I'm kinda confused, kid what is there that you've got to improve?
Because I ain't fucking you and I'd say that's a solid excuse
Kid you ain't shit to me, to break my face you'd have to get to me
And judging by your history that don't resort to injuries
Yeah that's your misery so keep letting this beef grow
You're gonna bleed, choke mother fucker because I breathe smoke
[Hook]
[Voicemail 1]
Yo, what the fuck dawg? When I see you ima fuck you up
I'm gonna rip your eyeballs out and shove em up your ass
You're fucked, you're fucked
[Voicemail 2]
Listen here you little fucking pussy
I swear to God if I see you, I'm cutting your fucking throat
You ain't nothing but a little punk bitch, acting like you ride or die, this and that, rap star
Get the fuck out of here with that bullshit, nigga
And if you got a problem with it you can suck my mother fucking balls
And don't even ask how I got your number. You got that shit on Facebook you prick, fucker
[Voicemail 3]
Yo you little bitch, keep running your fucking mouth
You don't even wanna know what's gonna happen to you next time I catch you mother fucker
You think you're all tough because you go to the gym and pump your fucking iron?
All those muscles ain't gonna do shit when I'm kicking you in your fucking teeth
Let me catch you at Sunday Night Mics, you little punk
I'll bust your shit up, pussy
[Voicemail 4]
Hey O, you having a nice day? Because it's about to be totally fucked
When I see you you little mother fucker, I'm gonna punch your fucking head off your shoulders
And if I see any of your family members around, I'm gonna punch their fucking head off their shoulders too
You little faggot, any kid who comes around the house is gonna get kicked around the living room
I'm gonna fucking line up family pets in front of your grandmother
She's gonna fucking sit there and watch it you little prick mother fucker
When I see you I'm gonna hit you so fucking hard that your heart's gonna stop you little bitch
I can't wait you little faggot
