[Verse 1 - godemis]

Deevil!

Prayin' that 12-12 for hell

Felon to sell and slept on a bed of nails like nothing I've ever felt

Ghost in a shell, was molded with other demons as

If I needed some help or a host to preserve the heathen

Got it, my brain is rotted

I swear to god that I'm not it

I'm set to go to the gallow as soon as the rope is knotted

I ain't high as the fire and I have unused adrenaline

Came in the cypher clean, still smelling like putrid cinnamon

Then I'm in, enemy of the state, I'm straight at an angle

Stop risking and quit your bitchin', it ain't like I'm raping an angel

Said I was magnifique, ya'll fuckin' with it, kapeesh

[Verse 2 - stevie stone]

Stevie stone I'm on it I'm so clever

Nobody comparing 'em better

I put shit together

America's most elaborated rap pick yo head up

Small talkin' to get you wet up

Yeah, I'm will to kill all you niggas

The feelin', adrenaline that'll spillin' a milli yeah I mill' all you niggas

Ain't even reach out they climax rather my sillin' on niggas

And backin' a back on back can't billy you niggas

Get busy on niggas

This ain't no random some leekage

Stonie in the building the bitches pull out their cleavage

The snake and the bat you see them prominent features

The spieces

Strangeland we rain on your region

Meatwagon I come I be taggin' 'em

Baggin' 'em bring 'em clusters of three

Got three magnums gaggin' em out

You pussies is still talkin' I'm draggin' 'em out

I'm tappin' 'em out

[Verse 3 - murs]

Aww shit, they fucked around and signed a backpacker

Smart, rich, handsome, plus he's not a bad rapper

I'm just a little local talent that fucked around and made it big

Underground bully, pickin' on all these famous kids

And the danger is, now I'm doin' strange a biz?

About to make the world forget about what a major is

Independent powerhouse, running all these cowards out

My enemies are all forgotten, wishin' I would shout em out

And I don't want to hear a rapper harmonize unless

He thuggish, ruggish, lazy, krayzie, bizzy, wish or flesh

But maybe I'm just hatin' cuz my black ass could never sing

Fuck that autotune I hope the futures filled with better things

And you a fucking liar if you say you found a better team

Impossible! like trying to fit my dick inside my wedding ring

And all the bread it brings will be distributed and properly

I represent for hip hop not some fucking aristocracy

[Verse 4 - brotha lynch hung]

I'm the martin scorsese of rap, rap predator

Better than severin' the reverend with a jackknife

Kevin and eleven of 'em revvin' up the engines we bubblin' up like 7-up

Then when we shoot that shit we eat that shit for din--din-ner

I don't need no fuckin' "ok", are you serious, I'm okay

I'mma make you bleed like it's your period, period

I eat period pussy so eating you ain't serious

What you need for me to flip that shit and rip that shit

Like a skitzo stick that shit, that shit like a automatic pistol grip

No, I created this fast rap, I'm past that

I put a gat in that asscrack and blast that

I'm lightyears ahead of 'em, might use the head of 'em

I lose, then you can keep the breadcrumb

My nigga I'm a carnivore, ready for any kind of war, any kind of score