Pop Somethin'

Now let me hit you with a track like brakkakkak
Click clack, gat blast. Brakkakkak
Cuz I be running you down, gunnin you down
Motherfucka, pop somethin bitch cuz I aint fuckin around
Now let me hit you with a track like brakkakkak
Click clack, gat blast. Brakkakkak
Cuz I be running you down, gunnin you down
Motherfucka, pop somethin bitch cuz I aint fuckin around

The epitome of grittily in it to kill emcees
Is this beast from the Springs with the illest of beats
Yea, that's me! A badass king when I step in the ring
Fuck with me? Fuck ya team. I'm taking over the scene
Ugh, I spit a verbal helix of realness until ya feel this
Killin this verse. So ill with the realness
Spittin verses to knife ya. Cut, stab, and slice ya
I be that murderous wordiest rap cat in the cypher
I'm a naughty rotten rhymer. Yo, I'm grimy as fuck
With my middle fingers up screaming "All of you suck"
So quit it. Forget it. You're too wack to be spittin
Against this sick and sadistic ass spic that I is, man
You wanna be enemies? Let it be cuz i shred emcees
It's evident I'm wrecking shit against all the rest of these
Joe Kruel, bitch! That's who the fuck I be
You and ya whole squad can never fuck with me

Now let me hit you with a track like brakkakkak
Click clack, gat blast. Brakkakkak
Cuz I be running you down, gunnin you down
Motherfucka, pop somethin bitch cuz I aint fuckin around
Now let me hit you with a track like brakkakkak
Click clack, gat blast. Brakkakkak
Cuz I be running you down, gunnin you down
Motherfucka, pop somethin bitch cuz I aint fuckin around

Ayo, I love this rap shit but I hate ya two faces
I hate that you fucks always act with ya fake friends
Your haterous-ness. Imitational shit
Fake fuckin faces in this venomous spit
I spit it back in your face bitch
Now take this wordplay dick
I'm raping your face and this ain't a fake dick
Bust slugs in ya guts. Pornographic with hatred
I hate that I love yall cuz hate is all I get
It's sick and disgusting. Why the fuck am I here?
I love this music too much to give it all up right here
Rhymes blind with the horror. Before the gore explorer
Morphs into a thug bucking guns up on you whores
You motherfuckers love me cuz yall line up to fuck me
Well, fuck you! You want beef? Fuck it, come at me
I aint scared of you fucks. We way past the rapping
Aint no time for that, yo, its time for dirt nap shit

Now let me hit you with a track like brakkakkak
Click clack, gat blast. Brakkakkak
Cuz I be running you down, gunnin you down
Motherfucka, pop somethin bitch cuz I aint fuckin around
Now let me hit you with a track like brakkakkak
Click clack, gat blast. Brakkakkak
Cuz I be running you down, gunnin you down
Motherfucka, pop somethin bitch cuz I aint fuckin around

Yall motherfuckas are slimy, sliding knives inside me
Two faced back stabbin ass cats be lying
How many rhymes you biting? How many lines you writing?
How many other motherfuckers got grinds you riding?
Ayo, time is of the essence. Now your time is up
All you punk motherfuckers just done fucked up
Jump up to get beat down. I'm bringing the heat now
Talk is fuckin cheap when it leaks from you weak clowns
Bet you motherfuckers thought you'd never see me again
But here I am mic in hand spitting murderous flem
Murderous words so absurd it'll hurdle a curse
In ya mother fucking ears with this beautiful verse
I'll impregnate ya brain and bukake the beat
Rock you to sleep, pop Glocks, and get chopped on some weed
I fuckin dare you to test me (Fuckin dare you to test me)
Get blessed with the best. I'll stab this mic in your chest meat

Now let me hit you with a track like brakkakkak
Click clack, gat blast. Brakkakkak
Cuz I be running you down, gunnin you down
Motherfucka, pop somethin bitch cuz I aint fuckin around
Now let me hit you with a track like brakkakkak
Click clack, gat blast. Brakkakkak
Cuz I be running you down, gunnin you down
Motherfucka, pop somethin bitch cuz I aint fuckin around