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So y'all don't mind if I crack open a can of whoop-ass, do ya?
Better not swing on me. Homie talk on the web, but I don't even flinch.
Nah we ain't workin' it out, I'm knockin' 'em out, shit be like, "how much I bench?"
How many put on the bench? Stay on guard/en garde, never put on the fence/defense.
I'm makin' these dollars by usin' my sense/cents, you seein' the white like a look through my lens.
Look, mask on tight, never showin' my face, multiversal with the motion.
Far from home, and I got me a fishbowl, boy, this shit feel like a potion.
Iron on me, know the beam be Starkin', .
Now I'm the shit, like the boy be fartin'.
Bad bitches know that the Peter be Parkin', take off the mask...it's Leon, Leon.
Bitch, I ain't one for the stories, I got a blade, it's tellin' it for me.
I ain't these Carti niggas, when I say I'm a "vamp", it'll ever be corny.
Man, I'm a daywalker, if you stay talkin', boy, I'm makin' him holy.
I am not one of your brodies, punk nigga died for sayin' he know me.
I had fake niggas that said they tough, but they not so much.
I had fake niggas try to join my team, that's a thousand cuts.
I had fake niggas stab me in my back for a thousand bucks.
I'm packin' a blade like Wesley Snipes and shit, while I count these up.
Sorry to crash the party, but they wanted "J", but no Jonah Jameson.
Now I walk my talk, so I'm not the same as him, ask Kilgrave, but I'm far more dangerous.
Ugh, bitch, I need a drink to deal with these bugs, I might need a shrink.
I'm a P.I. but the "pain included", so best know this bitch good in the ring.
Like, what the fuck? Wanna go rounds, well I drink them shits, like, give me a sip.
They try to put me in a Cage, but not even Luke is out here givin' me dick, like, what the fuck?
I drink a lot, like, so what? That's why I spit like a flamethrower.
You can drop your strongest hitters on me, I'll dust his ass with a hangover.
Boy I'm the reaper in off-white, no knight, niggas gon switch like moonlight.
My personality clashin', tellin' what's wrong, but don't even know what's right.
He wet up, baptize bro, on sight, he a demon? I'm makin' the fist walk.
My faith be shaky, but hands be solid, boy, got me talkin' that real talk.
Who really swingin' the most? My mood or hands? I'm feelin' divine.
But I'm still gon fight for mine, like, one wrong move, I'm grippin' the iron.
No gimmick, boy get stomped, reshapin' that image.
See me at night, I be about that bidness,
Talk out the neck, now the boy look timid.
You're finished!
See, I ain't really facetious, to my haters, I really can't see shit.
Heard that boy be callin' me decent, made the boy leak, I be on my bleed shit.
Stealin' yo jaw, I'm stainin' a get-back, he talkin' big for his boots, don't fit that.
Keep 2 sticks like Frank, ask my dawg how I felt when you said that.
Bitch, I just chill with the demons, uh, feel like the devil be creepin', uh
Got two sticks, I'm squeezin', uh, I'll beat him until they be tweakin'.
Put a whore in the floor, no chore, bitch nigga, I'ma take my place, uh
Fuck, I pop in court, and I tell him, "Your Honor, I rest my case."
Runin' through homes and I'm kickin' in doors. On everything, drop to the floor.
And I'm friends with the morgue, uh, not friends with the law, and I'm waitin' to see what's in store.
He'll be dead in the morning, and I'm meetin' the lawyer.
And I'll pray for my daughter I see a tomorrow.
I'll see her tomorrow.
Huh, fuck around with death or me, come tango.
And you'll get the same picture, uh, blood on the walls where I wrote them a scripture.
Come change your name or your ways before I come get ya.
This is the price that I pay to come hit ya, and I'm skilled with these things, and I'm skilled.
And I kill, boy I kill.
Judge: Rub some dirt on it.
Jury: Come save 'em, I'm burnin' 'em.
Execute and I'm seein' it through.
Everything bullets meltin' through like...
BRRR, gah, gah, gah.
BOOM, SHAOW, judge, jury, BOW, BOW, BOW!
BOW!