FMJ2 (Born to Kill)

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Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, already know who it is, yeah
Aye, you think you're cool now, too cool for school now
I'm bumpin' motown, look at this moves
I'm asking who now, my hair is grey now
Like my soul now, I'm back to fuckin' pick and choose
Animal I am, fuckin' pick at your bones
You know I'm hungry as chief, back the signature scream
Tracks, You fuckin' with me
Lookin' like my jawline slit the top of your bitch
I'm still "pissed off", with a wristwatch
Cream of the crop, you know my team is on top
And so my demons have stopped, nah
Comin' and moppin' them up
Take your favorite rapper man I'll circle them around
Fuckin' cut them in the gut in a rush
Fucker I'm born to kill (yuh)
I wish that you could picture perfect images
But you stuck in the mirror, caring about your fuckin' pictures
Snap, snap, like your bones
Cartilage, the mater is definition of me
That's why his fuckin' wrist gold
Plus his broken soul cold, hoes don't want him
How he froze cold water, my thesis is he is Jesus
F*ck the time and place, he bout to pack you in bags
And with your name being so little, he could snap you in half
Fuckin' way wafer thin he is, so we slidin' in DMs
F*ck your man's not ready, takin' your girl cause he can, ugh
Don't mean to offend you, but if I did, good
My style, you can't F' with, you should (aye)
Can't afford to be livin' like me, the mood, yeah
Hair is longer like my dick quarter to foot long Sub
Aye this that f*ck you all rap aye, yuh
You cannot live up to my standards
All you pussy bitches actin' like you could
You wish my failures comin soon
But I'm planned for years ahead, full metal jacket
"New year, new me"
Bet you know that shit is fake, you ain't gonna change
Just look at your Gucci wallet, I mean shit
You can hate it all for switchin' the lanes
Then get complaints that you ain't always stay the same in the game (yuh)
Oh you don't f*ck with the lames? Oh you don't take any breaks?
Then why you in the club with all those hoes shakin' their ass
Bet you want it automatic, I got time to switch the gears
This your first rhyme that you rapped all year
With lines divided, I write it, then Audi r8 G
Don't need props from peer's they tellin' me that I can steal your lady?
That shit's degrading but what can I say, the bar's crazy
I pole-volt with my dick, competitors they ever make it
You seen my feet? So yeah, the myth is true
Don't need to raise the beat, for me to stomp the truth
Into your brain, but see, don't need diplomacy
I got that lecture already, detention center, cause I'm credible
Credible for murderin' this beat like your body
I'm writing lyrics and lyrics, but these ain't even my best hits
Arresting all you motherfuckers, saying that you're 'best in'
I'm destined to get to the top, so call me Empire
I inspire the giant like Ir0nSpider in the web
Find time defiant a workin' hard to be the best
I'm rappin' and crappin' on all these rappers
Like a crackerjack crop poppin' off, I can't stop
Hoppin' out of your whip, before I whip up your girl
I call her cream, then I lay her on my maple syrup dick bitch
Look at the view, I'm runnin' and comin' for you
Got somethin' I wanna renew, I haven't been smokin' the green
F*ck for a year I've been clean, so don't go askin' for cheese
Cause it's been graded already, so f*ck up if you finna be a hater
Bitch, uh
DoubleR with the pink hat
Do you, f*ck people 2018 shit
Full metal jacket, part two, motherfucker

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