October, Part III: Furnacing the Flames

Verse I: Yung Lil Fat Mane

Cruising down the boulevard, lookin like a freak
Riding through the city, Special K next to me
Got the mask on, lookin like it's Halloween
Wanna bite our style, but you don't know the mystique
Glock up in my draws, yeah we bout to make a stang
Claim you runnin shit, now you runnin down the lane
Watchu gon do when that Glock goes bang?
Put my phone on silent so that bitch don't rang
Mentally derranged, insane in the brain
I live for the pain, cleaning up bloodstains
I feel like I'm dying like my name Lil Wayne
Got you on the ground wrapped up in cellophane
Keep a fuckin piеce just to keep the peacе
I don't wanna know you, stay away from me
I don't wanna play shows, wanna stay at home
I don't fuck with people so just leave me alone, hoe

Verse II: Special K

Freeze pop, icicle, boutta hit a lick
Make ya mind up homie, better start talking quick
'lest you end up in the dirt, now yous a fuckin Vic
Do ya wanna see a scary movie? better not miss the flick
Part 3 to this shit, naw I’m not fuckin dead
Makin rummages and ruckus in the creases of yo bed
You wanna try me? better try him instead
Imma burn rubber, mutilation all up in the tread
Obituary in the headlines, due in no time
Gotta put the stab on em, walk-in like I’m Michel Myers
They ask what yo life was like, I tell ‘em he was my type
Watch me scurry off real quick to the night life bitch
You know what it is, you acting like you family but you sure ain’t his
You tryna play P.I. weak analysis
Wanna think like a killer but you sure ain’t this, bitch