Death Of You

Somebody should tell these pussies to relax
Climbing through your window with a FMNS scream mask
When I yell out who the shit you know what to scream back
Whoever don't participate you mop them up with three jabs
I’ve been going crazy since my mom kicked me out the womb
And I ain't got no chill with all this energy that I consume

I'm [?] the booth
I’m spitting sonic booms
I'm geeking off of adrenaline
This shit is feeling chopped and screwed
You tell this fucker coming up
Pull up and get your body wrecked
You not a threat you just a mumble rapper
On a molly trip so watch that shit
Cause around here we all speaking different dialects

You coming at my neck
You dying next
Six feet retirement
I am not who you think
I am all with the shits
I catch you lacking in traffic
And crack yo shit with a brick
But I am just trying to get mighty
So I ain't tripping on shit
Until you trying to box with me
In the night you arrested and pissed
You popping pills like it's vitamins
And it's clouding your judgement
I'll slide up on him in public
I'm fist gon' have a discussion
In less than twenty seconds you
Will have a violent concussion
If you ain’t whining for something
Then your dying for nothing