Rewind (feat. RJ Payne & C-Lance)

This game is heinous, still I'll play it 'til the name is famous

Invested change, the only thing I've gained is pain and anguish

I came to banquet, anything I want I claim and vanquish

All these lames with narcolepsy sleepin', make 'em stain the blanket

Yeah! 'Cause it's a wet dream when you think of Nova

Miss you with the fists, you'll get pneumonia, when you blink it's over

There ain't no bitin' on the mic, you might just think it's Hova

Writin' for me, Nova been a problem since the brink of sober

I couldn't face my fears without a case of beer

Now I take my fears and place 'em in your ears

A lot of wasted years but now I'm here and it's clear

I'm killin' lyricists as quick as they appear

I'm droppin' jewels like I'm an epileptic klepto

A couple left but then y'all slept and so I kept those

I'll put you in your coffin fit, I ain't talkin' strep throat

Agoraphobic, if you see me hangin', bitch, my neck's broke

I'll leave you addicts tweakin' like a meth dose

It's wet work, how y'all retreatin' with the breaststroke

Welcome to my show, I make the best hoes

When I retire, no survivor left like I was Jeff Probst

Leave you deceased, make your widows peek like I'm Dracula

Savage when I attack, I'ma aim this gat at the back of ya

Prayin' to Jesus but all you see is the Triple Six

Quadruple homicide on the news and that's when the ripple hits

Kibbles 'n Bits, that shit is dog food, come get your fix

I'll cripple kids and wipe the prints up off the pistol grip

Payne is comin' like a sadist when the nipple twist

Now shut your mouth and listen, piss on anyone who misses it

It's Payne!

Now I got all sort of flavors of raw behavior

And I brought a razor to torture haters for corporate paper

Coordinator, I bring people together, my aura greater

More than major, two hammers both bustin' like Schwarzenegger (Uhh!)

I put in work on the court, this is Jordan labor

Life is cheap, this type of heat can turn you to water vapor

Automator shit, my brain a computer at storin' data

Caribbean fanbase, I could probably tour Grenada

Rapper said my name in his bars and I caught him later

I'm punchin' so fuckin' hard that you probably thought of Jada

Bullet buffet and I properly brought a waiter

So I'm servin' everybody, the shottie do more than cater (Uhh!)

Broken glass, hear the bottles get thrown

I'm in touch with a higher power, I get God on the phone

I put the hammer to your mouth until you swallow the chrome

We either standin' in your house or we follow you home

Payne!