[Verse 1: PAPA SLEEP]
Homie got his tongue tied
Boutta get his tongue sliced
Cut it off cut it off
Next up get the sawed off
STRIDAWALK on an outline made of chalk
Little dots on the map getting baked into rocks
Nowhere to run nowhere to hide
Do what I like I just ask for a price
Now I live by the gun I don't care if you gung ho go and get your gun hoe leave the clique looking barebone
Blow a bullet through your dome
Mercenaries we the military knocking on your front door
Bitch give me head and I take her whole spine wit it
Blow out her back and I'm back on my grind bitch

[Verse 2: LORD DISTORTION]
Boutta get a lesson flexing overtime
Mercenaries shifting shit to overdrive
Overloaded magazine get ducking
Like a loaded nine
Covert like the roaches in your walls
And just as gross, this time
Gonna take the fall for what I've got around the corner ight
It gets yucky dumping rocks
Bloody knuckles on the chalk
Think he lucky but he not
I got a bundle in the loft
Storming on this bitches land
His tongue is getting locked
Got that amrory within the van
He drug from out his spot
Bullets hit his wig and split it in
He tryin for his truck
But we got aim for the ignition switch
Got him floating In the river styx
Bloated up body now its looking like he michalin
Intervention on his fitted cap
He claiming that he with the shit but all I hear is dirty cap
When we coming thru ur getting lapped
Taking away your shine and ill be betting you won't get it back