I can be described as a violent man
I control the microphone like only a tyrant can
Twist on the silencer, this a silent plan
I always my spray on point, call it Krylon cans
and if I catch one of you bastards in my rap trap
short distance bursts from the shotty call it fat caps
If I see your boo peeping, I'm a tap that
And if I catch your crew creeping, "Where my mac at?"
Lick shots to cops, make the coppers eat it
Lay em flat on they back like its posterpedic
I stick fingers down throats but I ain't bulimic
Its cause I'm ripping out your heart so I can fucking eat it
I'm the best under 20, but I ain't conceded
I'm the best under 20, so I must repeat it
Get deleted, put you on pause with the space bar
I hate y'all, I displace ya with my Quasar


and just chill