[Verse 1: Effective]
Gunshots, firearms, drop dead flows
I've always liked my weaponry
I kill 'em in a rope
Provoke my selfness
Effective shifting worldwide
We motivative movers, step aside when we collide
We diligently carry and you can't deny
We got the dopest rhythm with an endless supply
Earn my masses from burning rappers with [?]
Riding, providing you flawlessly
It's murder, it's murder, murder
I body all day
In combat I'll engage, like a fiancé
Lines well wound, I'm clearing the hallways
'Cause I treat MCs like full plated entrees
It's the body bag king keeping a core like preserves
I'm searching the point that clicks, like a motherfucking cursor
Misery loves company, agony came along
Torcher provided the room and orderly killed the song
A couple of words to the fans, don't share my shit
But expect to advance
You drop with the words like a fucking Afghan
You really wanna get it with the heavy-weighted rap
Fine, bottomless rhymes
Hold your back, 'cause I'm shattering spines
Overdosing, so corrosive in this jungle
Locked and loaded, the come-up is real
I lead it like Moses, a point is they don't notice
But guarantee they do know this right and know
This a hundred percent authentic
But I'm slept on of course
How you gon' ask me for a hook-up and then claim your support
Nah, it don't work like that
When it comes to the money it'll hurt to buy supported free tickets
And begging me for free merchandise
It ain't about the money it's 'bout passing my respect
Come to notice all the love from people I never met
I got the proper skill set to be receiving in some salary
From freestyle poetry, my own originality
Envisioning a beat and bring it into reality
Then killing my creation, I call myself Casey Anthony
Self-made hitman, do it for no trophies
I toss rappers, kill tracks, Anthro Beats
Kill tracks, Anthro Beats
Kill tracks, Anthro Beats

[Hook: Jay Z & Eminem]
I got an appetite for destruction
This what success is all about?
A bunch of n***as acting like bitches with big mouths

Tryna match my persona
Sometimes rhyming up on my own mind like Nirvana

I'll probably never get the props I feel I ever deserve

[Verse 2: Self Provoked]
Jet lags from shows to hit labs
I flow like Riff Raff, a clown thats gotta craft a [?]
I piss that, miss caps
Patch up my fists that tore up my intact with souls of
And you expecting another rhyming word
But I confuse 'em like a strippers word
Promises I make, now that's absurd
You'll learn it but I learned in order to get what's deserved
Effective on the verse
The style stays changing like my goals
Go figure every time debunks stories that are told
I'm sure feeling fine and I'm wearing no fools gold
I shine like darkness, stay loud like mimes
Throw hand signs like snakes, man I'm mute with rhymes
Big brains that have been programmed
Think so hard that it's suitable for no man
The door is knocking on the hand versus the verse
Completely reemerge my time with a salary that's weak
Yeah I've been merged from hibernation, catch my disease
And I'm up, I read up rhymes like dimes down the Vegas trip
I'm stuck between the what ifs and the fuck its
The moments with the bucket with water filled up
To your last seconds, I might just run