The Death of C.L. Ray

Been the grimiest of ‘em all Mind in the gutter

Appetite for destruction Dawg, i might need a muzzle

Televise the revolution and stand by for the ruckus Itʼs more than likely that your lineupʼs in trouble

I ainʼt tryna be humble

I pull your card with no sleight when itʼs shuffled Hope what Iʼm sayinʼ donʼt sit right in your stomach

Still providing the muscle

Big Sammy came in primed for a rumble

My advice is: Dial back. Donʼt let your pride get you pummeled

Ugh

The prototype to impress

Iʼm goin right for your necks

Iʼm finna show ‘em just how vile it gets

Been miles ahead of my time and Iʼm gonʼ ride for the set SCUMBAGZ, the new Steiner & Lex, yep

Making light of whoʼs next

Draining life out a pen

Only time I cut the rugʼs around a pile of heads

In like with the stench

Here to put your “style” to bed

Was running shit while you were watching Nick@Nite with your friends