Inside the Booth (Intro)

As I step inside the booth
You know you motherfuckers doomed
The chopper looking like a broom
And it is ready to consume

I pull up
I fuck up
I lift my cup up
My bitch always stuck up
Her skirt up
Now grubs up
My dick fucking sprung up
Man I'm on the come up and y'all always hung up
To get this all summed up
Man you gon' get plucked up
Then strung up
My name will get brung up

R.I.E
Yeah
R.I.E
Yeah

That AK gon' spray
Until the day
No one is in the way
He has decided your fate
When he put yo ass on the plate
Best believe he'll eat when he ate
Like he's been starved in a cage
Man it is never too early but it is always too late

As I step inside the booth
You know you motherfuckers doomed
The chopper looking like a broom
And it is ready to consume

Bow down
Then just stay down
It can go down
In your hometown

If there is no fucking room
I make these motherfuckers move
It feels like I'm in a cocoon
And my wings 'bout to spread real soon

I'm here to protect it
I'm here to perfect it
Man it gon' get hectic
I chop and dissect it
And then resurrect it
Don't try to infect it
Get chewed up like a breath mint
'Til you're nothing but segments
Then spat out with resentment
I think my name should get mentioned

R.I.E
Yeah
R.I.E
Yeah

I go to work on some lyrics
Like I be studying physics
Man all these rappers gon' mimic
Because the flow is prolific
See through these hoes like acrylic
Somebody phone up the clinic
Because I spat on these critics
And man that shit is acidic

As I step inside the booth
You know you motherfuckers doomed
The chopper looking like a broom
And it is ready to consume

Yeah man fuck the fame
It's 'bout the game
Well what remains
It's in my brain
It's in my veins
It keeps me sane
And kills the pain
I love it

Bow down
Then just stay down
It can go down
In your hometown
Bow down
Then just stay down
It can go down
Like a 4 ounce