Death Note

Was gone but now I'm back

Still dressed in all black

I'm gonna go attack

These muthafuckas wack

They all wanna rap

But we know you can't

You up on the stage

And look how they react

Oh you think you going hard

But we know that you far

From becoming a star

You rapping about the money

But still don't got a car

I murder the fucking mic

But you?

Just hold the mic

And you don't even hold it right

Fuck an open mic

Because everybody be hating

No relating just debating

Fuck you and all of the faking

You follow my footsteps

And you wanna be on my set

Bitch I don't care bout what you rep

You don't even got my respect

Never gave a fuck about what anybody thought

Bitch i pull up to the spot

And make everyones jaw drop

Cause you looking at a god

Paid the cost to be the boss

Tell me why you looking lost

Is it because you took a loss?

Whenever you step to me

Ain't no reason to battle me

Cause I'll murder you happily

Doesn't matter what's happening

Well actually it's Flattering

Cause they call me the Grim Reaper

Every time i snatch a soul

I ruin ya fucking goal

Don't listen to what you're told

You always acting so bold

We know that you finna fold

You ain't nothing but a hoe

Your aura is getting old

I'm always killing the shows

And if you didn't fucking know

Well hoe, you gotta go

This a death note

And it ain't no joke

You know everytime i spit I always hit my flow

And I'm now feeling really deadly with the verse I wrote

I got 0 fucking patience so don't let me count to 4

Woah

This a death note