Year Of The Snake

Apparently this year is the year of the dog
But its shrouded by a fake fog
This year is the year of the fucking snake
Year of the fucking fake
I see the snakes down low
Too bad you’re slithering too slow
I’m about to absolutely go
It’s going down, I’m about to win
I’m like the man made of tin
No heart meaning no soul
All this hate is about to take its toll
I’m about to hit this fucking wall
I’m not asking I’m demanding respect
Because I’m pretty sure the last time i checked
You had nothing on your future prospect
Am i correct?

IVE HAD ENOUGH OF YOUR BULLSHIT
COME AROUND AND SEE ME WITH YOUR WHOLE SHIT
IF YOU BRING A GANG YOU A TOURIST
THERES MORE TRACKS I NEED TO SPIT

I’m lit
I haven’t been here to quit
I’m about to make you die like a patient
I work so hard they need me at a station
I work so hard i need a vacation
IF you’re in my way you’ll get wrecked
Ive come a long way since old trecks
I’m burning like I’m made of wax
I’m about to turn this shit up to max
I’m about to take you down, no cracks
I’m making you fall like 9/11
Ill make sure you dont see heaven
If there’s a god hes seen your sins
Better go notify your next of kins
That looks like you’ve got 50 chins

IVE HAD ENOUGH OF YOUR BULLSHIT
COME AROUND AND SEE ME WITH YOUR WHOLE SHIT
IF YOU BRING A GANG YOU A TOURIST
THERES MORE TRACKS I NEED TO SPIT

These snakes down low
Im about to fucking blow
I’m about to fucking glow
I’m resurrected like the crow
Spitting so fast that you going slow
See you all on the other side
You can run but you can't hide
Look at all these tears you cried