[Producer Tag 1: Tablez & Berleezy]
That's so cruel, Tablez (That’s so cruel, Tablez)

[Producer Tag 2: oddwin & bzargoodboy]
Ayo, oddwin!

[Intro: PE$O PETE]
Haha
Damn!

[Verse 1: PE$O PETE & [?]]
No more question
'Cause if he steppin', be ready to dead shit, god damn!
Give me a second
Memories always resurface whenever I brandish my weapon
Whenever, whatever, I’m ready to dead shit (Yeah!)
Unsheathe weapon, extend blade length, area death wish
Promise my lady I wouldn't get lazy
If bro poppin' off, I behead him
Show you a different method
Life like this never came with a preference, god damn
Cut out the stressors, and if they talk shit, apply pressure (Yeah!)
Bro wanna slight me? Don't take it lightly
We get aggressive, I bet the swing of my sword take his section
My grind VS, I put on the pressure
We slice 'em and dice 'em, he gettin' vectored (Ha!)
I'm in the god damn cut, infection
They like my style, this shit infectious
He takin’ my flow, they bite my inflection
Only thing different: my heart and my message (Fuck!)
Only thing different: when I get to swingin’
I'm spinnin’, he split down the middle, I cut out his essence (Yeah)
Closin' the gap, left it open on wax
Closer you get, only closer the threatened
Stand on the line, got my foot where the thread is
Learn you the difference 'tween real and jesters
Reason they flop when they so invested
Ridin' my dick, said, "Bitch, ingest it" (Whore!)
PE$O was lonely, I want a collective
Only dead bodies inside my collection
Only zombies who I step with
Drugs got me teeterin’ off ledges
Life ain't a joke, bro, Heath Ledger ([?])
Shoes too clean, brodie not a stepper
Dps said, "Cop a Glock, but the Wesson" (Boom!)
After I rap, gotta pray on my blessins
Pray on my bredren
And to my enemies, I need y'all headless
Gather my energy, I don't need sympathy
I'm pushin' forward for less than you rep with, damn
Fuckin' wit' PE$O? You dead, damn, yeah! (Damn, kill 'em, yeah)
Fuckin' wit' PE$O? You dead, damn (One swing takin' his head, damn)
I pull the sword, leave 'em red, damn (One swing takin' his head, damn)
You fuckin' wit' me, you dead, man, wait (One swing takin' his head, SHI—, SHINY PACK! *Shiny Pokémon Sparkle*, *Shiny Pokémon Sparkle*)
I'm really back in my bag, I'm really back in my zone (God damn, okay!)
I'm really back wit' a Jag, I'm really back, finna blow (God damn, okay!)
Pull up, I'm really back wit' a clip, I'm really back, let it flip (God damn, okay!)
He talkin' big like shit, you just a jit when I pull up, you bitch
[Tag: PE$O PETE & [?]]
SHINY PACK! (*Shiny Pokémon Sparkle*)

[Verse 2: Ty Wild, PE$O PETE, & [?]]
Wings on my body, I'm flyer than you bitches
Hawkin' 'em down, now they flyin' right wit' him
Walk-Walk wit' a hawk while I'm hawkin' and spittin' on all of you trippin'
Pretty as fuck and they all know the difference
Suited for Ty, so she all in my business
Caught me a body, they always go missin'
Caught a body, got 'em whippin'
Thought I was finished (Thought I was finished)
I do and did what I gotta, y'all did what I wanna
They thot wanna try me, they try what I thought up (Ha)
I lie wit' yo' bitch while you lie on yo' mama (What?)
Matter fact, I might lie wit' yo' daughter
Thinkin' you a king, but you trip over fodder
I'm sonnin' fuckers, couldn't trip 'bout a father
I walk what I talk, while you slippin', I'm moppin'
You Hawk to the hawk, you a pig for the slaughter
Yo' life a sin, been sinnin' all my life
Stick on my side, click all the time (Boom!)
Chick dyin' to ride, clique ride or die
Bitches on my side, bitches on ya side
Been the shit, been shittin' on 'em since I been on the rise
Heaters risin', rise razin', clips might eclipse y'all horizon (Heaters risin', rise razin', clips might eclipse y'all horizon)
They clipped my wings, still I'm in the sky
Still I'm finna fly (SHINY PACK! *Shiny Pokémon Sparkle*)
But to fly to the top, gotta walk over corpses
You a walkin' corpse walkin' wit' corpses
Stick not a torch, but it gon' scorch 'em (Grrrrr!)
Dubbed the anointed, squad of zombies, told 'em
"Fetch me they souls" and my dawg brought the toys in
Bitch, it ain't shit that ya shoota done shot
'Cause I'm toxic, ain't nada you stoppin' wit' poison
Tuckin' my chain
Ice cold, cold blood in my veins
Vain soul, sole function to reign
Rain pour, flow snuffin' ya flames
I'm van Gogh, bro cut out the frame
Seen me a vision, envisioned a dream, that dream been the mission
Thought you was clippin' me, fuck all that sympathy
I'm takin' flight again and gettin' vengeance, damn (Hahaha)
[Verse 3: PE$O PETE]
He takin' flight, then I'm guessin' we fight again
We steady on that, blade close combat
Rage on contact, win it by sleight of hand in how I handle my hammer
I'm handy, manage every hit I commit
Give 'em heavy damage, hittin' every angle
Shootin' camera, steady standin'
Fuck wit' my money: the biggest disadvantage
Nine in my clip, that's a dead man's gambit, boom!
Fuckin' wit' PE$O? You dead, damn
Chattin' like they is ahead
The only thing lappin' young PE$O his bread, damn
Puttin' that shit to bed
Li'l Poindexter, he a nerd like Ned
I'm a big flexer, I'mma count my bread
Had to cut that hook, lemme rap instead, god damn it (Instead, god damn it, instead, god damn it)

[Outro: Ty Wild & PE$O PETE]
Where ya fans, fool?
Yeah, you fuckin' stink (Yeah, you fuckin' stink, yeah, you fuckin' stink)