[Intro: Insane Poetry]
Yah, haha. Violent Art: The Album!

[Verse 1: Insane Poetry]
Yo this young fool will slide on you instantly
For Instagram fame his name go down in infamy
You see he don't give a fuck, really from a different breed
He will go live when he shoots you and every witness seen it happen
Right in broad daylight
See you were looking like food and he ain't ate right
Especially when it's beef he gon' cut it like a steak knife
When he gon' catch you in traffic he let you have it
Tragic endings is happening at alarming rates
They're savage grinning and plotting to come in on your gates
To that palatial estate out in Agoura Hills
Everything is insured, that mean there's more to steal
'Fore you know it, he own you and 'bout to force his will
Cuz he know in your house you got a quarter mill
Stashed inside and he don't care if you live or die
You've never seen him coming with that big surprise because

[Chorus: Insane Poetry]
He jumped out with this big ass ratchet and his mask down (Mask down, mask down)
He pulled up with the .38 Spesh and his mask down (Mask down, mask down)
He jumped out the Range Rover with the blower and his mask down (Mask down, mask down)
Cuz when you see the Nine he's on demon time with his mask down, ugh
[Verse 2: Insane Poetry]
That boy grimy, he like to come apply the pressure
Got a squad of some demons always beside the steppers
Plotting and scheming to juxx, he like the extras
But will light your chest up so it's time to vest up
Guess what the value of your life is in his eyes?
Nothing, especially when it's time to leave you lifeless
Got hood tatted on his back, face, and eyelids
A new generation of violent taking defiance to a whole 'nother level
You know bro blow the metal
Nefarious shit, sold his soul to the devil
In this environment, this is where the lions fed
Where they grab the heat out like they trying to fry an egg
And every day it's the people who get preyed upon
In every way it's the evil you have played upon
Fake gangsta rappers this is not your vocation
Fuck around and get slid cuz you dropped your location
And then

[Chorus: Insane Poetry]
He jumped out with this big ass ratchet and his mask down (Mask down, mask down)
He pulled up with the .38 Spesh and his mask down (Mask down, mask down)
He jumped out the Range Rover with the blower and his mask down (Mask down, mask down)
Cuz when you see the Nine he's on demon time with his mask down, ugh