Forewarning

Go

Yo
Coming at these niggas necks
A nigga savage on the beat
Quick to leave ya Hemostatic on the street (Fuck nigga!)
They think a nigga pressed; I'm bout to show em how a nigga do it
They shouldn'ta did it bruh, I'm bout to turn this shit to Ruin
Coming at these niggas next
Committin' damage on you mufuckas
Attilla the Hun, ima savage to you mufuckas
Eatin' rappers, boy I'm at the table: fork, knife, tucked napkin on these mufuckas
(Yezzir)
They seen a nigga flex
Like Bruce Banner bout to snap!
In the booth, and David Banner made the track
Mufuckas act the type to ratatouie on a bitch
Stewart Little: Fuck nigga you's a rat (Ah-ha!)
A nigga spit it till the cables in the speakers go SNAP
Holes in filters: Crowns lodged up in the mic, no cap
Dotted lines like we talkin' Morse code
Unleashed: straight doggin' on you bitches like a Cane Corso (Aah)
I'm Manic wit it
I got em up in a panic wit it
They sleepin' on me: finna rock em outta the hammock wit it
The type of Rapper that you niggas know is kosher
Goin' HAM and stackin' bread like it's a double decker sammich wit it
Somatic, Schematics, I feel so estatic
Thematic's, Sporadic, Emphatic; Man This shit gets erratic
(What's Crackin?)
You want beef? we can get 'fore its Past the prime
And grab a seat cause you fuckin wit a Ma$taaMynd

Just check a nigga specs: my assonance is greased lighting
I'm out this world like I'm Neil Degras Tyson
Wit punches fuckin' Rockin' when they make impact
Like Ed Helms in hangover when he met Mike Tyson.
Now Niggas "Aye" like they gradin' my performance nigga
Piling up my premiums: my fortune is in order nigga
Extraordinary like a Schmorgesborg of ordinance
And I'm droppin' Bomb shit: Like my Colonel gave the mortar nigga
This industry's war, and I'm disturbing ya peace
I want the crown, from you niggas for an ottoman piece (To kick my feet up)
My shit smack, like I'm all in her teeth
Yo bitch a squirrel: because she love to take my nut and now I'm all in her cheeks
(A-ha!)
My goal's to run up NV until they Envy me
Become iconic like it's jersey number twenty-three
And be the hardest nigga to record on mp3
And Run this game to where ya favorite rapper's NPC
Ain't type to draw it out; bitch this ain't no filler
I'll spread ya cabbage on the table like a Sunday dinner
Boy I Got hits like it's sensei Splinter's karate classes
I'm virtuoso; you ain't fuckin' wit the Ma$taa
Wordplay's wretched; writing till my wrists catch callous
And any nigga that detests me you can suck my phallus
Gon Check that ballot: you know I'm killin' rappers to past the time
And tune in, cause you fuckin' wit a Ma$taamynd



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Writer(s): Reginald Harvey
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