I’m about to record straight// And I won’t be a second late// To segregate and separate your whole head and face// Mess with me, I’ll sock your throat// You better lock and load// ‘Cause I’m coming for ya ass like you dropped the soap// Now you know, why you don’t fuck with death// And better yet, now here you won’t get much respect// But instead, you can go and act like you know// I’ll leave you carving your tombstone// And ship you faster in a container than food to go// I don’t give a shit about your stupid life’s drama// Blow your ass up like a suicide bomber// Fuck that, you wanna act like a crooked dude// I’ll fry you cause you chicken like cooked food// I’ll mad chill, I’ll leave you shook too// And leave you like you saw a ghost that spooked you//