Won’t Come Back

[Intro]
Hey, let me tell you about me
See, I’m that sniper that sits in the house, watchin’ ‘em all come up tryna sneak up on me
But I’m in the window pickin’ ‘em off one by one
I see you before you see me

[Verse 1]
Step to your wave and my five fingers of death
Break one of your hands off, and now five fingers are left
Rappers and even singers get punished for their vanity
Reach in your chest and remove all of your air manually
First thing’s first, I don’t make music to twerk to
I prefer to purposely linguistically hurt you
The raging sea, storming up a tsunami performance
Come on the stage, adorning a rapper-skin garment
My intelligence quotient’s developing more in boasting
Throwing blows so potent that they swell up your emotions
I’ve been the best, I’m just no longer interested in sending threats
I’m the reason you’re eating, you’re like my dinner guest
I done seen too many artists begin a [?] with plenty clout, one year later he in a blouse
‘cause I dethrone him, I won’t rest, the only opponent you’ve known yet that’ll make you pay rent to live in your own flesh

[Chorus]
I see your mouth, you’re still running that
But when I run up on ya, wonder how ya gonna act
When I respond, it’ll knock your vocals right from the track
So hug your babies, tell ‘em daddy won’t be coming back

I swung the mic like it’s an ax and I’m the lumberjack
I wouldn’t rap the way you’re rapping for a hundred racks
Run at me with that corny shit, and I’ma punish that
So hug your babies, tell ‘em daddy won’t be coming back
Coming back

[Verse 2]
Just as certain as water is wet, it ain’t hard to flex when you get your thoughts directly from The Universe’s architect
You keep hating and making different statements
So when I get there, your ass better be gone like a hip replacement
Don’t put me with them beta kinds
They say great minds think alike, well that’s between them ‘cause I’m a greater mind
Not afraid to use or display the truth
Slaying your favorite dude until my place in this stable is undebatable
Some getting turned out, it’s a safe bet ‘cause they let execs press their face on a desk to collect a paycheck
The record label game is a snake-fest and you ain’t Sissy Spacek so I know you can’t carry your weight yet
I’ll wait a second and let that one take effect while I'm audaciously saying threats to make the paper break a sweat
Challenge me at 9:40 tryna take my ends
It’s like a picture frame size, you’ll be 8 by 10

[Chorus]
I see your mouth, you’re still running that
But when I run up on ya, wonder how ya gonna act
When I respond, it’ll knock your vocals right from the track
So hug your babies, tell ‘em daddy won’t be coming back

I swung the mic like it’s an ax and I’m the lumberjack
I wouldn’t rap the way you’re rapping for a hundred racks
Run at me with that corny shit, and I’ma punish that
So hug your babies, tell ‘em daddy won’t be coming back
Coming back

[Verse 3]
When it comes to ranking rappers by numbers, I don’t listen to the pundits
Keep your hundred, I got a top one list
All that grandstanding and lying you’re tryna hand me, I’ma kill it before it gets started just like a plan b
Me, I just wanted to see carnage
Take a track and leave any rapper you pick deceased on it, now the beast haunted
Drag a thief [?] for kilometers
The undefeated needle eater, nonbelievers are free to see the procedure
It’s egregious to try to flee us ‘cause I can see you from Venus disguised as a referee tryna hide with some zebras
I’m trained for the spot, the sandlot grains shall be chopped
We can put your final remains in a sock
When I [?] every human that’s in the town will vanish, they gon’ need enough yellow tape to fit around a planet
Don’t knock ‘cause I was ripping up competition back when you was too young to listen without getting your mom’s permission

[Chorus]
I see your mouth, you’re still running that
But when I run up on ya, wonder how ya gonna act
When I respond, it’ll knock your vocals right from the track
So hug your babies, tell ‘em daddy won’t be coming back

I swung the mic like it’s an ax and I’m the lumberjack
I wouldn’t rap the way you’re rapping for a hundred racks
Run at me with that corny shit, and I’ma punish that
So hug your babies, tell ‘em daddy won’t be coming back
Coming back