Buss Em Up

I can't sleep, I'm consumed by the thought of dumping

I made a choice of the Rolls Royce, I never stop running

I'm all gas and no stop sign

I got a concern to earn, need money to burn

Get hogged down and eliminated, beats get stimulated

This just another way that I demonstrate it

I snatch victory out the hands of the enemy

I need to see profits, oppressor rise to power

It's the master chef butchering shit, blood on my apron

Amen, real power is taken

I got a talent that's described as magnificent

It's the samurai severing heads with the moon in the background, uh

Ancient killing techniques, I never back down

You won't go unpunished, rappers get systematically broke down

I launch a series of ambitious campaigns

My weapons'll change your frame

Have you walking like the Hunchback of Notre Dame

Get defamed, you won't maintain

(And always keep)

You won't maintain

You couldn't match up to me with combined forces

Flip you out your fortress, I'm just remorseless

As I flee the scene in Porsches

It's hard for me to sit stagnant with times passing

I keep my guns loaded for the mischief

Remember days of playing throw 'em up, bust 'em up

Now I grab the microphone and fuck it up

To my nemesis, I'm a nightmare

Invade my premises and get you hit with a soul caliber like nightmare

Stare into your eyes, make you feel the pain of all your sins

You'll feel it deep from within, won't be no cheating to win

I grab the pen and spread the influenza

I attract constant attention from these microphone lynches

When I come for it, it's slaughter, know you in deep waters

I'm pedigreeing MCs like Paula Deen

You gon' need rescue, no holes in my administration

I administer pain without limitation