U N D E A D

Yeah
This not a challenge anymore
I'm just stretching my bones
I watch my chalice overflow
Disrespecting my throne
I been a wack job since the 90's
I kill a track like I'm wacking it
You just jacking off to my tracks
You desire these
Yeah
Lighting up weed right in front the diocese
Chain smoking spirits as I sew my spirit in my diaries
Yeah
Back to back bars like it's Siamese
I'm in the back of the bars not abiding sobriety

Since I was 11, 11 the level I be dialing
Got the devil on speed dial, I'm dialing
Uh
Niko's returned to the verse murder, yes finally
I charge you scammers the moment you tryna acquire my receipts
Pick and roll, stick ups all in your sights folks
To spit like this, I put my third eye in a blindfold
I got that long hair, my homie Butters call me Tribal
Ruffle your feathers, my rivals can't weather my arrival
It comes with inclement weather and hurricanes and cyclones
And earth quakes, fool the earth shakes when I step to the microphone
And birth rates skyrocket when you fuckin with my flows
My mind is psycho, I think Cypress Hill might be my maestro
I'm leaving minds blown, like glory holes and glass from high notes
Tawny Port in my liver, like a bloody river,Wino
I split a sea of thieves like Moses, now you thick as toothpicks
But as far as mine go, I got pine cones
Your screams ecko like
Rhinos
You pussies oughta go see your motherfuckin Gynos
I send you past tribulations, we going straight to trials
Like a crooked cop
Live and die by the sword
For a writer like me that's the pen
So I guess that my fucking books get shot

Uh
I come from the deep end
I got bees in my goatee and a beast in my soul
And my gold teeth got green cuz they cheapened
Uh
Now I'm goin full steam, flow wet now it's steaming
From miles away you hear the cries and pain
And the shots that bang, the 808's and the screaming
Uh
Now I'm on the clock
Nicky fuckin Ricky Ticky Tock
Body Bag Barfomet sees the shot
Then I knock it back like it Tequila
Jesus
I got the beemer, that's not cap
I be bumping Aretha at work
I'm at work
I be spitting the verse in a hard hat
Put a spell on you like a witch
You bitches can close for me like a bar tab
You just cop it then knock it
I knock back
I don't play around with my bars fool
I throw a bar stool at your contacts
And turn to Suge Knight's car for a Klondike bar
And get so high you can't climb that far
Everything I spit straight black tar
Everything you love straight fubar
Cool ass kid in a damn cool car
Wide brim hat on his head
And the shades so round
They around every bar that I said
Yeah
I don't go soft on the lead
Yeah
And I don't mean a pencil, you're dead
Yeah
And I don't need a mental, I'm mental
Yeah
Teezy's back for revenge
Matter of fact, he's back from the dead