[Verse 1]
Uh, projectiles whistle through the wind at rappers [?]
Resulting in a massive neglection
Then sprinkle in a little blood out the hurricane [?] intestines
Disassemble heads as the natural progression
Tatted clothes and chopped torsos
And the sight of it only makes my heart drop more cold
Paved more roads than the yellow brick
Rhyme catalog thick like [?], uh
Neck on Ice Age, flow like the flood of Noah
Constrict mics like a boa, infinite flower
Shotgun barrel the size of a leaf blower
Speaking with my council in [?]
Pockets [?] like [?]
This is no Nintendo
Receiving wire transfers off the Venmo
Blow the endo at business meetings gettin' info
Dirty [?] with the tempo

[Verse 2]
Ayo
This digital corruption, dumpin'
Supreme brought the tools to cause physical destruction to n***as' functions
I flip your son, turn your shit to dysfunction
Slugs the size of McNuggets
Leave your man smoking, Chris Tucker
Thick hunnids fill the pockets for my sixth summer
Ghetto n***a like Jigga with Will Smith numbers
I'm in the space where everybody eating around me, I'm like a food court
Blow the whistle, flag on the play, your money too short
I strapped the bank hostage with explosive devices to show the world my wave
I'm 'bout to fuckin' blow, it's exciting
Projectiles like reptile venom from cobras, it's striking
On any motherfucker similar on some Kobe or Mike shit
You a top bunk n***a with bottom level bags
I'm God in the flesh, make the devil mad
Shotgun shells intact, decorated with rebel flags
This past year I been through hell and back
This real rap
[Outro]