[Verse 1: Kirk Jr]
Fake n***as claim that they got the juice
When they been a lame
My style been handcrafted over the years
Yours minute-made
Sigmas may meet Mike Tyson’s pigeon’s fate
When I rip and break you bitches faces off
Ain’t no written page when I diss a Tate
If we knuckle up you get uppercut, fucked up or cut
And when you on the ropes you get
Fuckin’ jumped like it’s double dutch
I hope you chuckle-fucks push your luck with us
We come and everyone we shootin’ dies
We spin the block, then ya numbers up
Now I got yo girl hugging me like she missing me
We at the crib, she tryna uncover me like a mystery
On Christmas, she was pissed
I ain’t want the shit she was giftin’ me
Bitch I’m a star, your presence
Is under me like a Christmas tree
Told the trick to leave, “cheese” at the Ring
When you reach the steps
KB the reaper, he seek handouts from me?
He just reach his death
Defeat the Fleece?
We leave even seasoned Emcees inept
And so uneased to speak
They couldn’t even breathe
With the deepest breath
[Verse 2: Julius]
I come from the streets, the deepest depth
When I speak on these beats
People seem to congregate around me
I’m so preacher-esque
But I don’t think I’m Big Meech, we not BMF
But follow me, I’ll show you how it’s goin down like DMX
I just need success
Y’all can keep the rest
I don’t need the fame, I need dough like a pizza chef
Now, that’s a triple entendre, ‘cause pizza chef’s “need dough” and “knead dough”
K-N-E-A-D, y’all peep it, yep
I’m comin’ for every rapper
Shoe Gang is the new Wu-Tang
I act like Method Man, I’m a method actor
No matter how far you go, I’m jettin’ past ya
I’m breakin’ records literally
Crack ya vinyl, get ya record fractured
Your girl told me she “fuck n***a free”
You paid to kick it, I hit it
I guess she fuck n***as free
I lost my mind, if can you find it you get a finder’s fee
But fuck with me, you out your mind or league
You in a minor league

[Verse 3: Demetrius]
Tyrant n***a
I stay quiet, but I’m a violent n***a
I’m the silencer on a sniper rifle personified, I’m a silent killer
This large package what I deliver
Fuck my main chick and my side chick with a dick the size of pillars
I’m outside fully
You a cyber bully
You bully people online, I get outta line with pussies
You asinine
My craft, I have to master mine on rookies
I’m a mastermind, but I still blast the .9, you push me
My ape shit spit shape shift like liquid metal
You ain’t shit
You flirt with death and you kiss the devil
When you fuck with me, I send you straight to the pits of hell where bitch n***as dwell
Now you literally on a different level
I’m in all black like I’m part of the Panthers
A renegade like Carter and Mathers
Thoughts’ll get splattered
You’ll have to gather your thoughts when I slaughter you bastards
Now you sharing ya thoughts ‘cause they all on ya passenger
[Verse 4: Asa Jake]
After I smatter it, pick back up all of the matter
That makes up your mind then sarcastically I’m gonna ask ya
If you’ve made your mind up yet
Then blast ya ‘fore ya thought of the answer
That just means I don’t wanna hear your thoughts on the matter
I’d much rather
Kill the Golden Horseshoe song
Show no remorse to
Mortals
Cold? No, moreso know no morals
So don’t provoke quarrels
Pull out the biscuit
You bite a shell and get the message like it told your fortune
Said “don’t fuck with Asa” and you screwed it up
Bro we warned you!
Talking with ego like you are barely scared
My team don’t really ever rarely care
Each foe has a machine gun and a hacksaw
Still we won’t feel we ill-prepared
The Gold to the fucking Fleece, oh yeah
We’re with COB
We’re controlling
All of the whole scene
We don’t breathe
To hell with air
*breathes*
Oh wait
I don’t breath
I’m an alien now
But I’m a breath of fresh air in the game
My fanbase is so proud
They don’t keep their respect quiet, I permit them to be vocal
I shouldn’t have to spell out the third meaning when I say it’s allowed