| And they say, we carnivores | 
| Savage | 
| Been raised by wolves | 
| No complaints | 
| It made us us | 
| No praise just breaks and hooks | 
| Braveheart | 
| Hustling n*ggas yea we out to stack | 
| Get that money then double it back | 
| Hustling n*ggas yea we out to stack | 
| Get that money then double it | 
| Braveheart | 
| Muy… Grande/cudjo of tha pack | 
| Black suits reservoir dogs shovels in the back | 
| Digga ditch quicker dont let that liquor get u exposed | 
| Or feel that heat nigga 500 on the stove | 
| Dont make me go in beastmode Benicio | 
| Lyrical Wes Craven so official | 
| Can’t stop it, its new 2 u so foreign | 
| Seventh Son stay shining/ Jack Torrence | 
| Slice ya spleen like a wolverine flee the scene like | 
| Will Randall walkin with a guillotine scream | 
| If u wanna it just make my adrenaline rush | 
| Ima life editor… predator | 
| Meet the messenger that ain’t no metaphor | 
| Leave u needin medical attention lookin pitiful | 
| Beast with the beats on these streets J Incredible | 
| Throw u 2 the dogs let them feast on ya skeletal | 
| Mine is loin with a electrical void of appliance half live half dead frankstein | 
| science | 
| Dissect it, still don’t know what i am, more like spirt of detroit in climate | 
| in rhymes | 
| Survived when I dived I was in the great lakes, never drowning I knew how work | 
| with my surroundings | 
| Nigga’s got to see I’m astounding, I’m a downers, over bullshit walk on type | 
| rope and still new balanced do what I do thats challenge nigga’s fuck with me | 
| on this planet | 
| It ain’t all smoke and phone cameras | 
| It all good Its outlandish, nigga's straight they slanted, these a friends they | 
| addicts, this ain’t how I feel it, its basic mechanics | 
| Brave hearted, when with the will from the dearly departed, yeah we got it nailed | 
| its the pros against the novice, yeah we eating well from the scales against | 
| carcass | 
| Money all kinda ways | 
| Hating niggas looking at the kid sideways | 
| Cause everyday like a friday | 
| So fuck em all what i say | 
| Long as the pies made everything hi grade | 
| Ak arms reach wherever i lay | 
| I’m dat nigga what you trying say | 
| We can make it happen hadle that right away | 
| I ain’t trying to let the beef linger none | 
| Get up on you i ain’t have to lift a finger son | 
| Show you how to bleed a lung | 
| Send you to the essence see you son | 
| A long kiss goodnight, niggas curios i show you what it look like | 
| What it cook like all day hood life | 
| Niggas money missing homie get ya books right | 
| You can’t find another nigga that’s braver than me never | 
| Ain’t a nigga hotter than me, even with three sweaters | 
| Get as much nookie as I got as a rookie with these clever | 
| Lines that I spit like darts | 
| So psycho on the microphone now I wake up like | 
| Why did I bite this shark? | 
| Rip it apart? | 
| And why did I light this spark in the middle of the day | 
| And why didn’t I wait till dark? | 
| ‘Cause I am a beast and I’m on the feast | 
| I came to eat your heart | 
| What the fuck is this | 
| Hannibal Lector, cannibalistic shit that I’m fucking with | 
| Now the microphone so hot I need an oven mitt | 
| Rewind my verse to the top | 
| I know ya loving it | 
| There’s no way that I can stop, I gotta keep it going | 
| Till I feel that I am killing it | 
| And if I’m not I gotta start rewriting it | 
| Go under my hood and start rewiring | 
| And all you loose screws getting fired | 
| And I hope it’s understood we not rehiring | 
| You might as well just go and get a job at Coney Island | 
| While I vacation in Ireland |