Its easy to roast, shaving heads like toast
unlike most, yall bi.tches out here
clout chasin, like you out here mouse racin..
STOP IT!!
Claiming bodies with names unfamiliar to you
shadow boxing me,
In front of ya lady, tryina dig deep, steadily on the creep
Like dem pockets on E,
You aint got sh.it on me
I could say, this flow is sick, but you so slow
I dont wanna confuse ya slight intellect
I gotta paint pictures and tell stories, like a deaf bi.tch
caressin brail
Ya life has failed
The funny shi.t is,
You dont realize you trash
And every thing you touch dont last
When you heard my voice ya words froze
Im too close to ya home,
Next time ask ya Bi.tch she knows.