Surprise Motherfucker!


Open dreams with a knife on silver platers

Broken dreams always seem to be beverage
Rappers acting like fruit cakes with skinny jeans
Too much sweetness

Pass the peas and carrots. Quite a shame, that you got the flame

Someone quick (gun shot) grab and aim

With a bullet of gasoline inflamed in pain to drain n***as remain forever tamed

Less a rapper wanna hit me with a low blow
I guarantee his bitch will hit me with a low blow
Now this n***a wanna act like a male
I guess I got this n***a going fucking postal
Approach me its never piece I’m never noble
My enemy will never see me being vocal
My enemies will only see me being focal
Until my status is considered as a mogul

Meanwhile in the rap game, n***as talk this talk that. talk trap, talk bricks, can’t rap

N***as been in a brick house they whole life
With silver spoons and maids, what a rich fam

Meanwhile n***as struggle for heat

N***as parents they struggle to put shoes on they feet, opening up the stove, they clothes can’t stop it, frozen cold hands in pockets the winters a beast

Boy if you don’t sit your ass down

I don’t wanna hear your corny ass rhymes

I’ll probably put you in a box full of rocks break the lock since the world clearly dulled your ass down

I don’t see how these fake n***as really move shit

How these fake n***as do shit, n***as programed to fucking lie to you

Mechanical fucking bullshit

Bullshit I’m spitting a full clip with loose grip

My tool slip the damage it made nearly 2 clicks
From turning your skull to cool whip
Ricochet right to the shade your shadow no movement

Cause that was you’re best-friend in the night
You better move to the light

And Frankenstein is here to prove it’s better when you in sight
Of public cause killing villains at night and i love it
And i will bust quick. (blah 3x)

Reputation got to maintain

I try to find a muse but my fuse always switch lanes
My temper always seem to break chains

My n***as never changed never free, still in chains
And now they made of diamonds

Slave rearrange, my n***as still in pain

20, 30 years and the world still the same

20, 30 years, and the world still in pain
Shit will never change



I got a kill a villain every time I’m near one

I got to re-up on the knowledge n***a shit. (uh)

I gotta punish every devil that come near (uh)

I gotta watch my angels clear all my angles
Got no time to live in fear (uh)

I gotta watch my enemies for infinity

I gotta watch these snakes they pretend to be

I gotta watch my copy cats, my mini me’s

I guarantee a n***a i really don’t play though

Guarantee i come to the fight with a plate though
Buffet, gourmet, sautéed those

Motherfuckers who cause a ruckus a knife to they throat like fuck it
Be mindful of what you n***as say though

I got a mindful of shit to say though, i gotta clip full of shit to spray though

I gotta box you can rot in hell. i never fail

Scott