[Hook x2]
It's like everywhere I go, it's the same old shit
Rappers still getting rich off the same old shit
It's not skills, you ain't real, so just kill that shit
I keep it ill, you ain't gotta say I killed that shit

[Verse 1: O]
Beats drop, when I speak stop or you'll meet Pac
Tell biz he ain't just a friend if he can beat box
I'm the devil and I'm back from Connecticut
So go ahead and get offended yeah I said it bitch
If I'm being watched, then the lines being crossed
Life's hard and I ain't got no fucking time to be soft so
If I offend you, then fuck you, I meant to
My pencil, will never dumb it down on instrumentals
No Biggie when they tell me that I'm wack because they're Dead Wrong
Ring to your pacquiao fight, slept on
Headstrong, but you're all scared just to fight me
You'll suffocate, I'll even take the air from your Nike's
Tell me where the fucks God? I ain't spoke to him
Two chains, and I'm gonna rob you for both of 'em
See me spitting punches until your face hits the asphalt
If he ain't got bars, he's getting dropped, it's a bad call

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2: O]
You want me gone then you cats gotta put in work
I'm the gym, getting jacked like a woman's purse
This is my game when I'm finished ima kill them
Give them my grains like the Indians and Pilgrims
Sharp rhymes, ain't a moment is dull
Punch lines knock your fucking brain up outta your skull
My shit's as hot as Nevada deserts it's outta control
Fucking neurotic what I got in my head is about to explode
Check it, I'm you times two infected with swine flu
Injected with some viruses you would never survive through
Advise you to keep it low, and stick to what you people know
Beef with O and I can promise you you'll never leave the show
Once more I think your whole team's fake
You want war better down a couple protein shakes
I put the nail in the coffin, offin' his head with my skill
Let's keep it real, fuck keeping it gangster just keep it ill

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3: O]
Sandy Hook, V-Tech, Columbine, this shit is cool
Now the next child I kill is gonna be in middle school
I'm tryna catch a body in every grade, until every grave
Holds a school student or child who's fucking head is caved
Thinking out the box and I'm putting bodies inside it
First rule, break every fucking rule you decided
Torture? I'll cut your eyelids, force you to watch the violence
Then fucking strangle with the pulley Benoit died with
I'd suffocate my child and strangle my own wife
Before I hit the weight room and try taking my own life
If the frog don't splash, then it's probably gonna croak
Double murder suicide I left a bible as a note
Come and face me, bath salts make your face tasty
I'm the lost child of Casey and John Gacy
So hate me, it fuels me to do this shit
I keep it ill, even outside this music shit

[Hook x2]