There’s a disconnect cuz I ain’t dealing with disrespect. The notion of an eye for an eye is a misdirect. Hearing what they said got me seeing in infrared. Catch real life shots sending shots on the internet. In real life if our paths going to intersect these are not knives. Guillotines to strike your head. With my cross sights, I’m quite unfair in a fire fight. But I want the blood out of your neck, vampire life. A-ville add the horror to it like Hitchcock. Hang them by their words hope they strangle in the slipknot. Thinking that I won’t but I will though. Kick them in the throat with the steel toe. Whoa! That’s a field goal. I’ve got time to contemplate murder I premeditate. You’re scaling up from featherweight. No magic tricks to levitate. Set it straight. Reset the murder rate. Murder was the case. All up in you space. Let the bombs detonate.


It was a bold move cuz the inner circle was my go-to. Now better biz if I don’t know you. My heart like ice coffee that’s a cold brew. Love an angry song I’ll sing along like show tunes. Confusing weakness with my kindness what you don’t do. Slept, woke up, and chose violence as my whole mood. Enemies, stomped with 1000 feet like millipedes. They can’t breathe. Choke them out to sleep that’s a guillotine. No mystery, had to know my style from my history. They tempting me so mother fuck their feelings. Lack of empathy. I can’t lose. If you move, I’m a sentry. Centurion, make a hater fold like accordions. From my ordnance violate the ordinance. Leave my tracks on fire like DeLoreans. Bred from the warriors. Every single win is fucking glorious.

Nightmare fuel, fight fair? Who? Oh, it's the white male? Cool. Give a nice, pair shoes about that I might tear crews into skin tight suits. No, I mean them tight skin suits that I tear right through. You know the ones that feels kinda squishy. People think I'm fishy. I’m kinda Ren and Stimpy mixed in one man I'm iffy. Smoking on that blizzy. Dome is kinda fizzy. Y’all need a lesson from the descendant of the golden guinneas. I'll leave you broke in Denny’s man I got some colts and semis. Pay you in some stolen pennies pussy, I'm the hope for many. Carlito's way for me is put the fucking rope to Benny. Aufweidershez my G your head could be a smoking cherry. Watch your dome go empty and stuff my throat with spaghetti like some fucking ogre, face on a poster, they trying to get me. And they ain’t ever ready for this machete. I’m very edgy I ain’t petty but I'd deny that I'm friendly. I ain't Freddy and I ain't Jason, but, I'm Terry Terry the terrorist with my deadly medley fucking hit you with a Bentley. If I had one. So instead, I’ll hit you with a ten piece. Slap you so hard I'll make your bedsheets wet for the next week, you crybabies.