(not my greatest but w.e.)
plan to make an audio!!
crash an' bash, turn your head into sediments,
Clock an Knock your towers, like i was the president
buckle my knuckle, turnin you entire face into rubble,
immature nature, you need two years to grow a stubble,
run to ya mom, hide in ya little cubhole,
fucked around with me, and cause fucking trouble!
(Go Ahead)
Make it Worse, put my name in a verse,
you better rehearse, your long trip in the hearse
ill have segments of your face, stickin to my shoelace,
cause a cold case, just because my weed laced,
fucka, keep ya belt up, all safe and done up,
before i put the gun up, and the other homies run up!
leave ya shit at home, if ya walk around alone,
you pushed buttons on me like a phone,
messed with mr.roan,get kicked to ya bone,
ill shave ya hair, so you can forget about a comb,
my knives cause bloodshed, so forget about cologne,
my finishing move, watch ya altitude
no homo or being rude, but ima strip ya nude,
so they laugh at ya body, when they bag it and tag it,
saw ya small penis and decided you a faggot!
before your casket, they saw your face and had to mask it,
bruises and gun wounds, send your parents to the basket!
none of it mattered, your rap game was pourus,
full of holes, yo homie take it to the chorus!