TORMENT

Fed up with the shit you play Fed up with the shit you make Fed up with these homicidal thoughts wrapped around my brain Fed up with yo fake ass plays Fed up with yo fake ass gang Fed up with that fake snake talking actin like you bang Bitch I'm always outside you just never see me creeping Back up on yo location like my name is siri Turn that hoe round on her backside she super soaked my tv Now I'm back making beats on my pc eating wheaties Why they talk about the bum I let that shit go bang bang Never gave a fuck who he was or what his gang name Time to run it up I'm catching sonic rings steady beating up her walls like I'm knuckles from the game mane Put you in my reticle Time to let yo head explode 556 between yo eyes now yo bodies on the floor Tell his god he's headed home Give that boy lovely home I'm just kidding drag em down to hell and torment his soul Watch how you talk I been sittin in a bad mood I been eating steak but you pussies eatin can food I just know you grumpy when you hungry you a fat dude Fuck with my money and I won't even ask you What is your problem Holo boutta off him I don't like these friends Niggas will not stop the talkin Mockin me And I'll nail you to coffin Fuck with me And I'll drown you while you talkin Fuck out my face You sound the same Unload the sawed off Imma take yo brains Slide with a blade Knife to his face Talk what you want But my money made Fuck Dont eat yeah you gettin obese, obese Dont rap I just joke on beat, on beat When you try you a joke on beat Make money for fun, for fun you eat