| When I state the predicate, I mean that shit you better get |
| Up off yo' ass and out this town, go show some etiquette |
| Medicine up in my cabinet, I keep it separate |
| From prying eyes, I am not crazy, but I’m killin' for the hell of it |
| With the one inch punch, I’ll give the ravens their lunch |
| With the guts of foes who did bluffs |
| But could not keep their mouth shut |
| For a goddamn second so I hit with the blunt (blunt) |
| Force to a grunt, make a punk growth stunt |
| Growth stunt, stunt, stunt |
| Stuntin' on a bitch with my weapons for the hunt |
| Colder than a lich when I make a soul jump |
| From their fuckin' body, with the shotty when I pump |
| I’ll make ya growth stunt, stunt, stunt |
| Stuntin' on a bitch with my weapons for the hunt |
| Colder than a lich when I make a soul jump |
| From their fuckin' body, with the shotty when I pump |
| I’ll make ya growth stunt |
| Taking my time when I’m doing my thing |
| I do not need to rush anything in the rain |
| I’m not gonna slip and fall to the grave |
| Seneca taught me how to keep my sane from all the mess |
| And chaos with the stress |
| But I am decapitating every test |
| In the form of a swarm of my enemies |
| It’s given me the drive to go on |
| While ya mourn in ya dorm where ya hide |
| You can run, you can sprint |
| But know that I will catch ya fall |
| With a weapon in my hand |
| Take ya face and then I maul |