Look, a bro want beef with a pro by all means, we can spark heat with a dome
Been told y'all stench like apes, turn this zoo to a homicide scene with the folks
No peace, we do the most, y'all fiends get beat by the priest get disposed
Watch your mouth, curse at me, I'mam leave you knocked out while you sleep with the ghosts
They dead, when it's curse, I let room
Blood red, got an army on get go
Neck fold back, now they looking like a pretzel
One hit make 'em think god switch up the show
Like I'm writing down names in the death note
Top two, but I feel number one
If they ask by the rest, I point down death row, uh
Who could compete with me?
All opposition, I finish 'em easily, gang full of deities