Rubber

Gun him down, rubber rounds, those ain't hurtin'
Hollow point, better suited to make certain
Of his death, loss of breath, sucks to be a sucker
Heard a noise in his closet, now that boy will shudder

Indifference to these bitches, hoe I send you an obituary
Empty the vaccum, I see the souls escaped the mortuary
Fridgerated bodies irritated that they lost their spirits
You can hear the message of deception all within your lyrics

Im made of rubber, bathed in acetate, so who you foolin'?
Shit won't hurt or leave a mark besides a metal jacket bullet
Bouncing back, from all the bullshit that you always spittin
Form your blood into a circle just so you can summon JASXN

You my sacrifice, bitch I'm callin' all my acolytes
Green tip ammunition waiting for the time your heads align
Give me a break, I'm too busy breakin vertebrae
To pull it out his body, lay it out and disconnect his brain

Something's wrong with my brain
Stop calling me competition you pussies sound the same
All rap about money, but for the music vid you cuttin' budgets
Cap about dracos and say-so, but when I test you runnin

Why my mental on thin, Bitch?
Run it quick through the lobby, focusing on getting rich
Body in the process, with a corpse inside the gutter
The spinal cord a trophy, bitch without it you can't shudder

Gun him down, rubber rounds, those ain't hurtin'
Hollow point, better suited to make certain
Of his death, loss of breath, sucks to be a sucker
Heard a noise in his closet, now that boy will shudder

Gun him down, rubber rounds, those ain't hurtin'
Hollow point, better suited to make certain
Of his death, loss of breath, sucks to be a sucker
Heard a noise in his closet, now that boy will shudder