Internet Thuggin’ (unknown virus 2.)

You make power look so damn easy
You make me wanna burn down yeezy
You wanna be me, ain’t that easy
I’ll put a flame to the net call KeKe
JUMP IN THE PIT
You want me?
Well you can’t have me
You don’t own me
But I know you watch me
Your money can’t buy me
Tellin me what I should be
So low I’m high key
You wanna be me
But it’s fire fire, we higher
Long blade Mike Myers
Cut throat and rats with wires
Kill buyers and suppliers
911 open fire
Rack city caged with Tygas
Steal whips with bricks and pliers
Break codes and…
Bitch I’m lit, with the shits
DMX with the pit
Tell ****** he a bitch
C4 with the hip
Brad Pitt with a grill
Know a wire when it glitch
Dig a ditch, face the mirror
In a pit, so we all jumped
JUMP IN THE PIT
SAY IT LOUD
First words is still fuck you
Last words is still fuck you
Keyboard thug with issue
Real life what you won’t do
Tomahawk with the pistol
Impact just like a missal
Snap just like a pit bull
Gun powder and no sleep
Talk shit, get hit in Nottingham
UK, doomsday, son of Sam
Caliber 44, I’m a motormouth
Kill a roach, make em ghost
In any house, I air em out
Internet thug gets no love
Vigilante I break em down
I make the rules
There is no rules
Fuck all your rules
Learn and follow the rules
Air em out
JUMP IN THE PIT