Mouth

Tell me Are you a terrorist? You gonna answer my fucking question or what? Lets hear it What you gotta say? Is he a man or a monster? Y'all can't really step to me, y'all on some basic shit I find it funny y'all want features, but don't play my shit Ain't no one standing up above me barking make this shit All of those industry connects got you those plays, that's it Y'all looking pretty as a motherfucker hanging from that rope They got you hoeing for those songs that you've been trying to promote Your favorite rapper really hoping no one speaks after the show You say these bitches wanna fuck then why you force them? Let me know I got a secret in my coat, been scraped it down, ain't got no numbers Imma kill dozer the crib, I ain't canceling motherfuckers Need y'all corpses in a row, I been ISIS to motherfuckers Chuck's tailored to their throats, I like you lifeless motherfuckers Came around the way I'm spitting got your switching up your sound Don't need no paper for no lawyers You need Kevlar for these rounds I know these boots was made for walking But they stomping on these crowds Tell the scene to open wide I put a gun all in it's mouth Came around the way I'm spitting got your switching up your sound Don't need no paper for no lawyers You need Kevlar for these rounds I know these boots was made for walking But they stomping on these crowds Tell the scene to open wide I put a gun all in it's mouth Said it with my chest they must be deaf they missed the message Man I gave her some to test and all she left with was obsession When I put my hands together round that circle for a blessing Try to press It's Sunday Best And your whole family in a circle round the Reverend Y'all don't measure up, no stress, I got the best of em' I'm lookin' down a hundred thousand peons Y'all can rot there with the rest of em' Can't catch it, y'all keep grabbin' for that itch and never scratch it No attachment, I can cut you loose, it's nothin' to break a habit I break her back it bent so backwards, I put dents all in the mattress Man y'all really fucking evil, backstage looking like the sadness Smoke this Belmont Call me Dracula Mr. Chainsaw Massacre She want my attention and I might just go devour her Came around the way I'm spitting got your switching up your sound Don't need no paper for no lawyers You need Kevlar for these rounds I know these boots was made for walking But they stomping on these crowds Tell the scene to open wide I put a gun all in it's mouth Came around the way I'm spitting got your switching up your sound Don't need no paper for no lawyers You need Kevlar for these rounds I know these boots was made for walking But they stomping on these crowds Tell the scene to open wide I put a gun all in his mouth