Breathe Smoke

[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