Black Bottles

[Verse 1]
Yo, you don't wanna cross my path man i'm so cryptic
People try and fuck with me but I don't fuck around with gross bitches
I'm so wicked and so twisted, got no business
Fuckin' hoes, bitches, and snortin' coke 'till my nose twitches
Man fuck that 'thug life' I ain't rollin' with no stupid gang
I'm my own clique, and i'm blowin' up like a bazooka bang
You don't even wanna know what the fuck I do to lames-
Who step up to me trying to fuck around with these useless games
Chuggin' these black bottles Rose to Champagne
These fags wanna blow up there's no way, what a damn shame
I'm so fuckin' high that i'm miles in the sky
And i'm like a pilot on tracks, and bitch i'm bout to land planes
All of y'all motherfuckers should know that I'm a beast man
Slaughtering so many rappers they askin' for a peace plan
Beating me? Man you faggots gettin' the least chance
Got you drippin' from sweat like a motherfuckin' grease pan

[Chorus]
Chuggin' these black bottles, man i'm gettin' cross-faded
And you all hate it, cause you know that i'm gon' make it
All of y'all jealous cause you know that all of y'all basic
Every small statement I say makes you go all crazy
Chuggin' these black bottles

[Verse 2]
Yo, you don't wanna cross my path i'll leave you opened up
The type to run around the country naked screaming 'Vote For Trump'
The type to start smokin' drugs, 'till my eyes are swollen shut
I'm a guy that you can know and trust, to fuck up your entire flow of blood
That's right, i'm a maniac I'll roast fags, and grill chickens
And don't forget that I have broke backs and killed children
And I will not stop until i'm at the top charts
Man, i've been eating rappers while you were eatin' some pop tarts
Do not start, with me name a rapper as hard as me
My words can fuck up your lungs and start blockin' your arteries
So remember that if you step to me you'll get your face mased
I'm in great shape, for someone who's a motherfuckin' space case
Got some killer lines i'm about to start smackin' your face with
Ready Or Not is here bitch i'm back in the basement
I'll say it again, don't fuck with me or die in a strange way
That's how the game's played, nobody's messin' with AyJay

[Chorus]
Chuggin' these black bottles, man i'm gettin' cross-faded
And you all hate it, cause you know that i'm gon' make it
All of y'all jealous cause you know that all of y'all basic
Every small statement I say makes you go all crazy

[Verse 3]
Yo, you don't wanna cross my path, smokin' bongs of frosted glass
Walkin' paths to greatness while other faggots are talkin' trash
I'm a psycho, have you heard of a serial killer?
I can be nice but I think that my murder material's iller
Wearin' red shorts, smokin' dope of the best sorts
Wreck whores, then kill 'em and start rapin' the dead corpse
Everyone should know that i'm the fuckin' best, kid
AyJay is here so all you MC's gettin' your neck slit
Black Bottles