Your Supplyer

I light switch these succers
I turn em off
Rappers thinkin they hot
Ima burn em all

I spit fire out my mouth
With no alcohol
Propane that fame u claim
Then dose em all

Cats claimin they beastin
But they herbavores
Light with ya snacks
Get tight wit ya raps
And

Maybe lil batches
Will see a lil scratch and
Maybe get ya game in tact
Insane with the raps

Tef-Lizzle spits
Flame from the cap
To extinguish these lames
Wit the same ol crap

So tighten up you tracks
Or remain in the back
Im tearing up the terrain
Remainin a mack (chuuuch)

Wack niggas get K'd
And laid on they back
When i click clack the tongue
Blood stainin the wax

Lizzle spit magic
Like Blaine on the track
Bringin light
While these bitch niggas fading to black

Succers duck and run
When they hear that click clack
Cuz u busters done
When i cock my tongue back

Succers duck and run
When they hear that click clack
Cuz u busters done
When i cock my tongue back

I spit flame fire
And yall expired
Put yo ass to bed
Cuz ya flows so tired

Better hang it up
Cuz im off the wire
Yall washed up
So ima be the dryer

Cant spit a spark
So im yo igniter
Yall extinguished
So ill bring the fire

Call me spandex
Cuz aint nothing tighter
All u want is hits
So ill be YOUR SUPPLYER

(Better protect yo self)