Revenge

[Verse 1: Lil Keith]
Hollerin' at you with this twelve gauge under my trench
Gotta be a ball game if I'm approaching the bench
Imma push the package in this bitch, I got a automatic
Keep it in your own bracket, don't get too erratic
My groupies think I'm stunnin cause I'm seven feet tall
Slicing each and every wrist with my hatchet as I fall
Devastated by the anger that you need to escape
Planet earth with the birth of his agape
And fuck this nigga YRNK, this nigga lame
Nigga can't spit bars he at the very bottom of the game
I never leave the pad without the gun
Out of town Big Willie niggas best to run
And peep your good, when your diamond line complete your wood
Cause on the t.v. they make him look real good

[Verse 2: Tyrone Williams]
Break down the door hatch
Because I really don't give no fucks about these fags
Build a bridge and fill all the gaps
This the West side, niggas shooting guns and we spitting raps
But that just can't be like me
Free us and touch what we can't see
Got my niggas to deciph, on how my life be
Sebastian calling Scarlette his wifey
Remember them days where a bitch tried
But revenge is a bitch now I'm above the sky
Treat me well oh well you tried
But failed miserably
Blowing up the rap game like this shits the middle east
Who else from the east thats a fuckin beast
Best believed for thanksgiving I'm getting that Popeyes special ready to feast
I'ma put it down, I'ma get mine
Sitting back as I spray that tech nine
Show me love, cuz this year Low Chainz finna shine
I take a little bit and expand mine
So Sebastian is Cosmic beyond the skies
So the rest was my legacy
The pain to alert, to the fantasy
I'll be workin on my legacy
Revenge never tasted so sweet
Keep looking for the perfect beat
Nigga, move your feet, lose your seat
I just laugh when they throw their heat
And Young Ty we all know switching sides beat is incomplete
More concerned with sneakers and carryin heat
Wearing these big ass timbs on my feet
Your type is what I'm diggin', gossip heard obsolete
I'm bringin' karma on beats, palmin' the heat
Praising what I started back in the streats

[Verse 3: Lil Keith]
The fact's clear Rappers, they act queer, lappin' up ass hair
Use extra care, if you touch my chain, my Beretta flares
You just have to spend, I'll fuck you and your friend
Was with you instead of my father like every weekend
Putting up pics of your bitch in your own livestreams
Me and Tyrone would be fucking her, yeah we on the same team
Baby come chill, let me dig ya out
Extreme Shade dont know what the rap game's about
We evacuate the pussy like a fucking trout
Now you chuggin on some beer and fucking stouts
I want it all, this time and everytime
When he found punk rock that first time
Lucked up out the gutter now you on some suburb shit
The simple fact, that I'm like a Mac when I spit
I'm screamin' mayday, a fuckin' mad scientist..
I caught juvenile life plus an extra to exist