Codex

[Verse 1: C-Ray]
Yeah
Hand 'em the handkerchief
Blue in the fucking face are we till the dudes in the cape deceased
New maneuvers, but same retreat
You was stupid to think I would lose and snooze on my flank, but see I don't sleep
I'mma creep when I speak and lubricate the beat
Come kick it, welcome to the wicked west
Smith and West
The method head and just address him with respect
Hacking I attack he can't deny act like we missed a step
[Laugh?] supplied the wrath and snatched the time that you have ticking left
Niggas get to crying like some bitches and they trying with the disses, but they rhyming insufficient, so they lying with the fishes, or they sleeping or what-have-you once they leaking from the battle
Quick to rattle niggas cages
Then go ape and take the saddle
Shat on every cattle
[Conjured?] stomping losers to manure
You just holler, we maneuver off the spotter and the shooter
Harry Potter when it's time to kill your father, mom and you
The crew is harder
We have gartered, c-cadaver of the booth
And you a martyr
Start that shit and be a part of pit
Make us see the starters act like daughters, try to barter quick
Not Biggie and Pac, a Teddy Rock and Peter Parker shit
The problem be if not for me, your prophecy is not for shit
Y'all gon' see metropolis destruction when I'm slobbering, it's nothing
Cancel Christmas, and if those daisies after y'all gon' push 'em up
Then I go bump the radio and see who has to die
At the slightest sample of that hoe shit that you standing by
That supply of estrogen is high
Vaginal designs, sorry I'm not singing to you hoes, I'm trynna bump and grind
Throw on that R. Kelly bet I'm in her belly every time
Where the cemetery for you fairies and your merry lines
Every time I hear you marshmallows, I just focus on the fire
What it's looking like the day your hocus pocus will expire as I go for throats, I get a dose
A toast and flick the lighter
Let me get the pliers laid, and make it close to Mr. Myers
With the cuts
And a bunch of shit rejected out the air
Wait I rep it out on records while you checking out your spare
Every sentence nigga, West
With every kick and snare we come prepared to get respect, it be the freshest out the chair nigga

[Verse 2: Karma]
Okay, y'all better be ready to ride
If not, you better go hide
I've been going so fast, I can see they jealous inside
Give these rappers a binky and diaper and let 'em cry
Rebelling all the time my men had stole all the line
In the Legion of Doom, where we seeking to boom
Sleeping is you
When we take you fakers, leave 'em in tombs
You bester respect it, never neglected
Don't never mess with us West-ers
See we hotter than severed sweaters while you left in the desert
It's a classic
Meaning something you can never pass
Leave you fuckers more shocked than when Walker got in a crash
Grind until the day I blow bigger than Nicki's plastic ass
And every one of you Chief Keef rappers off of the map
It's a fact that I do this
Rap like I'm toothless, cause I spit and spray fluid at you soft corny cupids
You too stupid for me to listen to what you gotta say
I'd rather quit at life and play some Flappy Bird's every day
What's up?

[Outro: C-Ray]
Yeah
What he said
Karma
C-Ray
We in here
Don't blame us nigga
Don't blame us for your short comings and downfalls
Niggas wack
And this is our house
And we finna protect it
Hmmm shit
5-0-9
Southeast side
Washington State
Oh yeah
Brain