Wireless

[Intro]
Put the gun down (Rawkus!)

[Verse 1]
I want a roll a batch colder than the ice you catch
Hardcore, bite my shit, I crack ya polar caps
It's open session on the hopeless dreaming
It's open season on the worthless scheming
One of you weak niggas will get stabbed in the throat
With a piece of broken record on some old honest approach
I'm common cold pocket ‘cause the heat’s waiting
And ya'll look like a bunch of niggas that wanna meet Satan
It's unbearable how I be wrecking your stereo
Shoot you with a poison… now it's a different scenario
I got a basement full of caskets waiting for you faggots hating
Mr. Freeze dangerous for you maggots skating
On thin ice that I just produced
You'll get your guts reduced. Yo
I'll rip your shoulders out, I'm wrapped in solar towers
I’m so hot to your heart, I'll make you rip it out and hold it out
Now you can beat it or get beat with it, each
Get it with the heat, deal with cheap-seated niggas
I had time to sit back in time and time-frame
Wide-range like fifty-foot brains with a migraine
Ram a fist in your whore, and leave the doors hurting
Then squeeze a problem and dead it and leave the pores squirting
I drink a glass of magma and shit out hot flashes
You fucked around so long, your legs look like a box of stock-matches
Your shit's expired. Look, your shit’s on fire
And across town, I'm choking your bitch with a strand of piano wire
You dumb motherfuckers will get your wig ripped back
Like it was gift-wrap
You'll be sitting in hell, there receiving a call to blueprint
Your brain and trace every curve in your skull

[Chorus] (x2)
I'm wireless, connect the day
I'm wireless. You know these niggas don't play
No connectors needed, no respect is needed, no infections treated
All villains get treated the same

[Verse 2]
I usually steal the show and leave a nigga teethless
And shred his fucking face into a million pieces
And you're only making matters worse when I squeeze your skinny neck
And make your Adam’s/atoms burst
I'm cutting percentages out of niggas with a rusty blade
Spit into every crevice where the cuts are made. I ain't the same
When I'm hot-seated
Ya'll niggas are low class with no pilots heated
Take my arms and legs, and I'll still hold on
To your pathetic attempts
Put a raw gram of liquid acid and set it to rest
‘Cause your pathetic attempts is the best that it gets
Erase your states of bullshit, put your bitch in a case and smack you
So hard the blood cells rush to the side of your face
‘Cause I got some sick intentions with connectors needed
Send six in your ribs, the six dimensions
No estrogen from the store’s cat, no text is needed
Just a Desert Eagle handled with some pressure needed
This nigga’s bleeding. Give him a towel. With a gun in their mouth
They’re only speaking in vowels
I'm stubborn, my brain’s locked like a thousand court cases
And like a doctor without a job, kid, I don't have the patients/patience
Split twenty heads in each district
With two pieces of concrete in my fists, you'll leave with your teeth missing
See, you don't know where the heat’s sitting
And in a minute, you'll be trying to find where the meat’s ripping
And with your head, neck, and your leg, I tie it in knots
And pick you up and drop you off in the midnight deposit box

[Chorus] (x2)
I'm wireless, connect the day
I'm wireless. You know these niggas don't play
No connectors needed, no respect is needed, no infections treated
All villains get treated the same