Either they don't know who I am or they just think they safe now

Either way I'm putting all them back up in they place now

Get down and get laid down or just stay back bitch

This ain't The Other Guys and Gator don't play that shit

My brain's mad sick, I'll end you for real

At this point I rap ‘cause I'm nice yet I still landed a deal

Your rep will get killed, last punk that thought they was fly like an eagle

I burnt they face and I left them like Seal

The devil is real, wanna know how I know? Because I'm him

I get bills like Buffalo plus I wear your fucking skin

This is rage from systemic pain

Catch me rocking with Derek Chauvin's head on a stick on stage

Getting paid for the shit I say, wiping out so much shit in the underground that the walls are getting stained

Getting tasteless with no shame, pissing on your bitch's titties like Milk Milk Lemonade

Who slashed ya? It don't matter, you won't survive

And I'll finish the job if I find out you are alive

Who slashed ya? Like he don't give a fuck who they are

And then splits 'em down the middle like the cunts that they are

Who slashed ya? It don't matter, you won't survive

And I'll finish the job if I find out you are alive

Who slashed ya? Like he don't give a fuck who they are

And then splits 'em down the middle like the cunts that they are

Known to hurt feelings and not even realize that I did it

And I think that's the reason that I'm keeping them apprehensive

Been a killer with words since I treated 'em as a weapon

Respected while y'all begging desperately for some tags and mentions

Who are you? The person talking shit on the net

Or the person ain't talking shit about but getting a check

All that petty shit, I'm finished with that

I'm a hitman, give me the bread

I'll rip off your head and shit down your neck

It's like that movie I'm masked up and quick when I catch you

Then strap a bomb on your chest in thirty minutes or less

Take your pick, I can saw you down in half

Or I can rip your rectum out your mouth and leave you talkin' out your ass

The born dead Lord Menace can turn Michael Myers' suit to a short set when I leave that boy limbless

I'm a corpse specialist, your Polo shirt'll be a Sleepy Hollow shirt when I leave you rocking that horse headless (Keep going!)

What spirit I have is tormented, laughing as I carve flesh, my humor is based off dark senses

Born gifted and cursed with a mind I'm at war with

That's why these frauds are off-brand, I'm authentic (Authentic)

I'm as vulgar and disgusting as mildew

Any organ that you have, I can cut out, I'm skillful

If it wasn't for these raps, this be stuff that I will do

It's all child's play 'til that toy comes out and kills you

Who slashed ya? It don't matter, you won't survive

And I'll finish the job if I find out you are alive

Who slashed ya? Like he don't give a fuck who they are

And then splits 'em down the middle like the cunts that they are

Who slashed ya? It don't matter, you won't survive

And I'll finish the job if I find out you are alive

Who slashed ya? Like he don't give a fuck who they are

And then splits 'em down the middle like the cunts that they are