[Intro: Hysteria]
My raps are my ammo, Rambo.
My lyrics are my bullets.
I've got so much, booklets.
I've got attraction, I pull in tourists.
You're so ignorant, I got to be literate.
You can't write for shit you illiterate.

[Verse 1: Hysteria]
Im calm settled, but you ticked me off I now identify as ferocious.
I unsettled you, gave you psychosis
I'm giving you symptoms, they are going untreated.
Giving you medications, but only side effects.
You're a reject, never gonna select.
You pissed me off so much.
From now on you're a normal case of being dissеd on my tracks.
Even though I already murderеd you back to back.
Sacrificed my sadness for safety.
Salty salesmen are mad I sell them sales.
Save you're sample for satisfaction.
Scientific scheme used for the scene.
You're so sarcastic, switch the scope.
My section of security is secure, it made you switch the seat.
Grab you're seatbelt, it's a second season.
You're scared it's treasonous
I made you scrutinize, felling so up tight.
But, we all know I already made you scared in fright.
You didn't put up a fight, just acting so damn uptight.
You targeted me , and my homies.
But, the shots you sent towards us affected you.
All you do is miss shots, you're Peter pan.
Because, your shots never land.
Even if you keep going, the shots are so nether. You want the targets, multiple lands; Netherlands.
We'll kill you.
I'll rill you, then kill you.
You're so up tight, here's a dildo.
You never stayed around just a lingo.
[Verse 2: Hysteria]
Bitch don't tell me who to trust.
Khhunnid the blood kid.
We both had people we trusted.
Now there the ones who are hunted.
Give me a word, I'll rhyme it, no blur.
Brandon still talkin' shit, I heard.
Stand n fill, block n kill, access it,
eye blurred.
My life stirred, mind slurred.
Yet somehow I came on top.
Physically, mentally, and sexually.
It's da homie Chris, he always hit,never miss.
He give the girls the French kiss.
While he diss, you take the piss.
Funny you broke, he got the ice on his wrist.
He took the wrist, got my kill list.
It's not rich the kid, it's Chris the rich, bitch.
I lowered your two cents to zero.
You're not super, nor a hero.
I'm not some sicko kid, I'll lower you're ego.
My score flee in, you, uh; real low.
TearFall, and Khhunnid.
Scorpion to Sub-Zero.

[Verse 3: Khhunnid]
Ion chase bitches Neva tha , bitches chase me , I’m making money , I’m in luv in the green , , bad Bitch gon make a scene , ion fw nobody to ,nobody fw me , there goes my scene , lot of weight on me, yu cant show nothin bout me , , roll up tha killer , ima buy ah coupe fo only a bad bitch to come ride it , I’m 13 wit bitches what can I say , I’m jus a youngin livin a lil life wit hoes , I kno funny guys that wanna be reping but they is goofy neva tha (slac slac) , I’m like kodak sippin on tha lean smoke sum molly called green, if ah n***a want smoke let ah a n***a kno , Fuc wit ah then pas her to the team , got no 1 to trust since the day one wanna talk , he dropped out second round , “peek ah boo” racks to riches wha a n***a gon say , ion wanna hear yo shi to , skrt out ther once they panties drop that’s all yu need , skrt skrt skrt , if yu was my dog yu wouldn’t say nun bout me now yu can’t take nun bac bout me , Fuc wha a n***a gotta say ( peak ah boo bitch )
[Outro: Hysteria]
You brought yo crew, but they already knew I turned you're face blue.
I'm an animal that's in panic, don't need a cage.
You call you're self a beast?,ight.
Then, I guess you don't mind if I put u in the zoo.
I guess you don't mind if I put you in my cage.
Bitch, this is my stage, don't play.
I already paid my dues, get the clue.
I'm comin' up physically, and mentally, can't stop it.
I pull up on you, make you pop it.
Steal yo girl, make her drop it.
I came out of the blue, just to say peek ah boo.