I can rap backward reverse into back to front

I’m a rappin hustler snatch ya lunch’s to a pack-o-punch’s

Sellin crack to cuzins heron needles to acupuncture

Till yo back is rushin open it up like a pack of mustard

I got a million ways I can kill you and have you suffer

Like tie you da boat by yo legs n drag you under

I’ll blow your brains out of yo face to a plastic cover

Till it cracks and crushes and then it explodes like a pack of gushers

Tell yo favorite rappers i’m home and i’m back fo super

The day you beat me is the day chili get back with usher

You spent yo whole life tryna ball but ain’t had no jumper

I can pass and dunk it im Dr.J when i’m at the rucker

Yo this fo the days i’ve been down and ain’t had no uppers
And i started sellin dope just to live like the average hustler

Everything my net worths a million you ain’t addin numbers

Or you lack and lusted and life’s a bitch i grab the rubbers



Ive been grabbin rubbers, bitches are light but i’m lack and lusted

If you add the numbers your net worth is the average hustler

Dope sellin packin, back in the day we ain’t had no upper

I was down and under im J.Dr right at the rucker

Never had no jumper, tryna ball to get back to super

Eatin bags of mustard, back when chili got back with usher

Home rap is favored, bag of gushers and you exploded

Till you crack and crushin, brains blow threw a plastic cover

N***as drag you under, grab the boat and have you suffer
Million ways to kill you, fold you up till your back is ruptured

Ruptured back muscle, needles herion acupuncture

When i’m packet-a-punch rappin reverse then i’m back to frontwards


Let me shake the pavement under the ground of the land you stay in

Cut the weight until the raze are breaking while i wake the breaking

And creep threw your neighbors place without a neighbor waking

And i raise the stake and i aim it while 50 raises canen

I raise and razor blade to your face so you make a payment

I ain’t complain you dead man walkin it ain’t decain

I take the paper plate full of stake and i make my way in to hells kitchen waitin for satan to make a apron

I’m a backwards person in the maybach with the backwards curtains

With a rapper’s girlfriend in the way back from the plastic surgeon

Trapper workin droppin off bags to theses addicts lurkin, but they acting nervous till i unwrap they ain’t have the urges
Got a glass of burbon, ima pull up in a back suburban, glasses person leave his whole family casket searching

My bitch she says she back to virgin, i was laugh smirkin so told her bitch give me back the birkin


The birkin bag had a smirkin and she was laughing nervous gave the virgin back to rehearse and to start casket searchin

Plastics person, in suburban black glass suburban cuz i had my urges when i unwrap i had them nervous

Lurkin addicts, waiting for bags that i drop to work and when i’m trapping work and then plastic packages at your service

I’m a plastic surgeon up in the back with a rappers girlfriend with the curtains backwards in the may back and i’m back reversing

The apron i made was to sit and wait as a waiter, in the kitchen with the plate dipping cuz the fate is like paper

I fuck hoes, dead and leave them decaying later walking a dead man to heaven just to complain to the maker

Cuz his payment was later, i raise a blade to he razor tell 50 Mcane raising the gage
Waking the neighbor

Break the razor, im in the ground in the basement layer where the payment station stay in yo lane im the pavement shaker -Joyner