Fuck a spam email leave out all the details
I don’t give a damn about the shirts you got for resale
Derailed go my way said no working retail
I’ve been sick of all the gossip coming from these females

Found I’m boutta snap at any minor inconvenience
Gang of blind followers and I say fuck your whole allegiance
Yeah I’ve gone rogue gone away to obscurity
And the jewels that I got they’re the finest in purity

Self indulgent wealth engulfing everything that’s good
So insulting got a pulpit clots are forming where they stood
Ain’t so great convincing in a stubborn legislative body
Ain’t no moving no solution to a vegetative army

Lacking the sense and lacking the culture
Taking from others you acting a vulture
I’ll be the one that can get all the credit
Top of my game they’re making a sculpture
Newest agenda trying to spend a pretty penny shit
Placing antennas I’m boutta end a life or make em fucking quit

Crystallized loss take the zyklon B
I’m the suspect keep the lights on me
When I drop em dead that’s an autopsy
Breaking and entering at the door you can try and stop me
Still deplete pulling up I got the swisher sweets
So cold ain’t caring you could call me Mister Freeze
Everything been fucking changing ain’t all what it used to be
Prejudicial got officials leaving town in secrecy

Break my fucking capillaries
All my friends imaginary
I can think of all the bricks we had to bring and had to carry
Work again a certain death I feel I’m in a circus tent
All the Fresno rappers congregated while the curtain’s set

Why’m I always vulgar bitch I’m always off the Folgers
Espresso in my cup it’s been cut with all my pills
Got a package of the powder when I’m rolling up my bills
I’m collecting up the chips and dust like a sawmill

Need no filter I’m uncensored
Fucking em up I’m rapping better
Take a suppressant I’m dumping the rest and I’m
Panicking choosing the direst of measures
Learn whatever gives the upper hand return to sender
Calm my temper scale and measure pop em all together

Crystallized loss take the zyklon B
I’m the suspect keep the lights on me
When I drop em dead that’s an autopsy
Breaking and entering at the door you can try and stop me