Go Out (feat. Jamie Madrox, Blaze Ya Dead Homie, Gibby Stites & Boondox)

Bitch you know I'm far from a perfectionist

I do you like Deebo and when I come around tuck your necklace

eat up all ya crackers and ya chex mix

I been on that Big Kid ish day 1

Young and reckless

Bust you in the mic bitch respect this

I don't give a fuck what you like

I'll leave a slice where your neck is

Pizza talk from the pie chart killa

With a greater than symbol showing that I’m always illa than the rest of these suckas

Trying to have a pissing match with bitch mutha fuckas

Y’all betta sit down

Real on the come up

Talking loud but ain't saying nothing constantly bitch and yall need to shut up

I can’t be concerned with your life I got my own shit to live

I don’t wanna go out like some of my own heroes did

This shit right here so ill

That my head keeps ticking like the mutha fucka finna explode

This shit right here so ill

That my head keeps ticking like the mutha fucka finna explode

Fit em with closed caskets

Faceless bastard punks I lay to waste

When the Mossberg blasting

laughing in the gun smoke

Gunpowder burns more food for worms

Send em 2 where all the dead go

Bring pain so cerebral

Hemorrhages from appendages

Pistol whipping from the desert eagle

It’s all lethal in the game with the dead

Russian roulette loaded clip to the head

don’t want none with me

Virus spread quickly

Spray of the 12 gauge

Got em looking like Swiss cheese

just a newbie I’m the veteran

Stomach tied up in need of Phenergan

go an get it

I can’t be concerned with your life I got my own shit to live

I don’t wanna go out like some of my own heroes did

This shit right here so ill

That my head keeps ticking like the mutha fucka finna explode

This shit right here so ill

That my head keeps ticking like the mutha fucka finna explode

There’s no need to be concerned, with me or how much cheese I earn

Treat it like illegal drinks be easy when you speaking words

we don’t keep the herb. That’s absurd homie we been burning

Sour by the hour word to Howard let me keep it stern with you

I won’t holla unless it’s dollars I can earn with you

Leave a hater in the dirt and let the worms squirm witchu

I’ll be at the the tippy top of the bottom give me props

Goth bitches give me top and swallow never spit the shot

Suffering succotash treat the beat like punching bags

Gibby leave ‘em dizzy have ‘em feeling like they’re huffing gas

They like what the fuck is that? It’s bird, it’s plane

It’s a sucka in the way, that mothafuckas getting slayed like...

I can’t be concerned with your life I got my own shit to live

I don’t wanna go out like some of my own heroes did

This shit right here so ill

That my head keeps ticking like the mutha fucka finna explode

This shit right here so ill

That my head keeps ticking like the mutha fucka finna explode

These bitches stay triggered like a bomb in a suitcase

Mental terrorism gottem nutty as a fruitcake

It's too late and y'all done tangled with a centipede

Reckless with the verbiage when ya made me the enemy

That's why I keep it loaded with a G2

Seventeen in ya got ya sternum lookin see through

I need you to hear me when I speak

ya fuck around with the Heathen you'll be leavin with a leak

Cause they don't make enough time up in the day

To be playin with these children so I'm leadin with the spray

So let it be a little lesson for one with the next plot

I empty clips but I've always got the next shot

I can’t be concerned with your life I got my own shit to live

I don’t wanna go out like some of my own heroes did

This shit right here so ill

That my head keeps ticking like the mutha fucka finna explode

This shit right here so ill

That my head keeps ticking like the mutha fucka finna explode

my head keeps ticking like the mutha fucka finna explode

my head keeps ticking like the mutha fucka finna explode