[Verse 1: Yung Dmize]
Ayo I’m street smart like TW3
I rape and pillage your village like George W.B
And I could never be givin a fuck what y’all be thinkin of me
Don’t help me get my foot in the door I’m comin thru with the key
Foot to ya melon if you talk about me bitch
Turn you to a vegetable like I’m on a health kick
Keepin the beef away from me like I’m on my health shit
Rather be cookin it up to serve to all the dogs that I chill with
Kill with runnin a muck and makin blood spill with
Open a hole in the front of your dome the width of a 4/5th
Gun powder residue still up on my fingеrtips
Spit the phlegm up on your corpse likе I ain’t worried bout evidence
It’s evident malevolence is present in the present tense
I rob kill and steal just like United States presidents
I’m Patrick Swayze on the mic when the verse hits
Round housing bitches then I’m ghost with the quickness