[Intro: Z]
FiringSquad Music

[Verse 1: Z]
Just maybe I should drag my nut sack all across they mouths
Cause being humble just ain't doing it
I'm so hungry, might blackout
I'm eating rappers in my sleep, if I wake up the gas is doused
I mean I'm flaming up on labels, nobody there to drag you out

[Chorus: Z]
Put the flame to they cribs
Nobody gonna live
Put the flame to they face
Just stay up in your place
Before I beat you back in it
Be-beat you back in it
Before I beat you back in it
Before I beat you back in it
Beat you back in it
Be-beat you back in it

[Verse 2: Z]
Fuck it I'mma murder Kratos get 'em
God of Wars think I'm minotaur
Where the honors store, I'll give you shitty drugs
Watch me hit this lick like a [minibore?]
Sorry homie but if you garbage homie
Face slaps till he crack barking homie
Usually nice I mean y'all been knowing
But I'm tired of the tracks claiming artists homie
Rip fools up like toilet tissue
With the talk about a pair of balls, simple issue
Fucking with the Brain we gon' pistol-whip you
Bitch I'm a motherfucking thug, let the scissors hit you
What you talk won't get right back in my ear on the streets
So yes I get you
You want a couple strikes, but I'm gon' let that blackout hit you
[Chorus: Z]
Put the flame to they cribs
Nobody gonna live
Put the flame to they face
Just stay up in your place
Before I beat you back in it
Be-beat you back in it
Before I beat you back in it
Before I beat you back in it
Beat you back in it
Be-beat you back in it