Hell's Carol

Bitch I am on ten, this ain't no Game, I'm not your fan You should know, Hop's back in here Stay packin' heat, you runnin' shit, not actually These niggas can't pull off What I do up in this booth I am too rude when I intrude on you, don't Act like you never knew homie, I Spent most of my life tryna get Here, do not get near, you gon' feel Fear in its worst form When I'm destroying you, I'm warning you Murder! Straight out the insane asylum What the fuck am I? Just think about it, can't define it Say goodbye to any nigga you was vibin' with I fucking hate the climate I've been on your trail like an invasive pirate, make you rise Ya'll can never slay Goliath I've been taking rappers and creating diets Now they on the 'Gram tryna' make it private Hoping I don't put them in a bad position They've been prayin' I don't ever catch 'em slippin' (Haha!) You could build a buzz rappin' stick shit But you better not come around me I can differ (Bitch!) I've been lost on the path of sinnin' I just hope the Lord's gonna have forgiveness (Sorry) Keep your mind out my bag of business Else me and you gon' have a bad collision (Oh no!) Ain't giving a fuck Adrenaline rush (Low-pro!) When hitting 'em up You niggas are lunch (For sure!) A cynical nut, I'm finna get buck (Hoes know!) They feelin' in live, my menacing touch I have 'em flyin' overseas, cryin' over me I am openly a cunt to 'em See if I enroll the D I am gon' Unleash a giant load of cream on to 'em Look, I ain't a typical nigga you dealin' with This shit is finna get rowdy, I swear to God it is a must (Yeah, yeah) I've been a militant minor degenerate ever since I was a Little kid playing and kicking the mud (Yeah, yeah) I'm a phenomenon no telling who I'ma bomb when I hop on a song I'ma lose it, it's written in blood (Yeah, yeah) Honestly I done got everything I ever wanted But is it enough? (Is it enough?) You're mad 'cause your fans ain't as loyal Dropping classics again Wrecking on you, damn it, man Get the body bag there is too much Madness at hand weightin' on you K.O.-in' niggas with the blow Suck my dick under the mistletoe Don't forget the balls, lick 'em both This js Sicko Mode level, Travis isn't getting on because Bitch I am on ten, this ain't no Game, I'm not your fan You should know, Hop's back in here Stay packin' heat, you runnin' shit, not actually These niggas can't pull off What I do up in this booth I am too rude when I intrude on you, don't Act like you never knew homie, I Spent most of my life tryna get Here, do not get near, you gon' feel Fear in its worst form When I'm destroying you, I'm warning you