Tell Me

Little mothafucker full of hatred and beastly
You hanging with PD
Me I’m quick to take a snitch out the population like PC
And I don’t really give a fuck
The flow is hard and it’s breath taking like a liver punch
Fucking stick um up
I’m nice with the hands but I will fucking blam at you bigger fucks
Grim is nuts, a mad dog, I can’t stand y’all
I’m off the damn wall like handball
You a mothafucking rookie, you can’t ball
In the same league cuz you pussy and that’s all
Yeah they lay low
All your chain mean to me is that it’s payday yo
I’ll fill a place with more dread than a Reggae show
Make pussy mothafuckers vacate they home
Tell me what happened to the game
Nobody fucking rap 'bout the passion and the pain
Tell me what’s the mothafucking plan
Tell me how I make it through this mothafucking land
Tell me it’s a happy place
I might decide to turn around, spit and slap your face
Tell me what you’re gonna do
When your time is near and the reaper come for you
Fucking AR-15 it can hit from far
But the submachine tear your fucking clique apart
Yeah, I’ll expose the kind of bitch you are
Think your pop should’ve pulled a fucking Chris Benoit
Your chips, your broads, and wallets hand to me
Or become a victim of assault and battery
And Joe Stallo is godly compared to me
You can bring your weapons and all of your cavalry
Who got the balls and who wanna challenge me
I’m not all there like a dwarf or amputee
There is no cure for insanity
I hang him by the legs and hack um off the knees
A savage beast, face um down
Point the mothafucking 38 and smile
Take your crown and leave your frame backwards
Now you’re caput like 2Pac's name backwards
(Hook)
When you see me keep it moving on some Nomad shit
Mothafucker I am not afraid to throw hands with
Any asshole that wants to, let’s go that’s it
I’ll leave you with a fucking red skull like Joe Hashmit
Get your ass kicked by a little guy with bigger pride
My knife dig inside you til it touch your rib or spine
It’s dinner time, hide your fucking kids and wives
Y’all about to get run over like a finish line
Y’all get behind me this is my year
I’ll put a mothafucker down quick it’s like beer
My father is the only man living I fear
I’ll leave you where I find you, you get it right there
A living nightmare, laught at death
So you best lighten up like Mike Jackson’s flesh
I’m not impressed by you, nothing you release is dope
Y’all are one hit wonders like the weed I smoke
(Hook)