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Verse
Crawling out the abyss, it's the darkest rapper that spits
Give me two cents of my mind and I'll promise to make you rich
I'll also give you the option to show you just how a bitch
Can end up without a coffin, you push her into a ditch
Fuck an Audrmar, I'm the audible, I flip the script, I'm convertible
Both of my arms go vertical, pussy, I never heard of you
Break any neck, It's forcible, all the attacks are cervical
Lyrics are metaphorical, every fiber's corruptible
It's sad, I'd rather take my ass to TDE
Kick the crown of Kendrick's head and show him how a king would be
Push him down a flight of stairs, watch the fucker break his knee
2012, Helsinki Race, 100 meter, Georgi, See?
What's an OF, Pussy? We AMPC, don't fuck with me
Ain't no guarantee that concrete bricks won't go on his feet
Call your girlfriend up and tell her come and beat this meat
Yellow bumblebees in her tummy, that's her honey treat
I'm on a level that's higher that 40,000 feet
747's with high-fives to my fucking feet
You below sea-level, claiming you stay elite
Everything you doing, I'm doing better, you obsolete
And I will never be you, nigga, I know my shit
Got this clever cleaver out just in case if you want to split
Look at these rappers, pop the trunk, see if you fit
(That's one body, that's two bodies, that's three bodies, that's four)
Verse Two
Fuck you doing, dog, I'm trying to kill all these niggas
And why they acting phony, my finger ain't on the trigger
I'll take you, your whole pack of critters, bags to conceal 'em
Put you in front of Anderson Morton, number one kicker
My whole roster is killers, don't talk about it, be it, nigga
So, I can drain your ass faster than momma does the liquor
Switch out the blood in your veins for 20 pounds of glitter
Blow up your fucking body, and reassemble the shards that shimmer
My flow is venomous, fuck it, it's pseudonymous
Bigger than Rick Ross fucking a hippopotamus
It's obvious you losers would watch it all in astonishment
Just catch up or no, should I name another condiment?
Well then, relish the fact that I'm killing the mainstream
And you must heard that I'm addicting like morphine
May your nays be reasons to clean like Chlorine or
Get dipped on like you've been swimming with the marines
Tombstone was produced by Music◊Memory.