R.I.P.

Rest in peace to pork chops
Head bangin death locks
Skills superior and they simply just don't stop
Zombie dead walkin like I be up on that black ops
Lookin at that benze got it straight up out that match box
Rest in peace to pork chops
Head bangin death locks
Skills superior and they simply just don't stop
Zombie dead walkin like I be up on that black ops
Lookin at that benze got it straight up out that match box
Rest in peace to pork chops
Head bangin death locks
Skills superior and they simply just don't stop
Zombie dead walkin like I be up on that black ops
Lookin at that benze got it straight up out that match box

Why the words out my mouth comin so ill
Pick bones scriptin these verse comin out trill
Bobbin your head it's got you in your feels
Ivea met the evils in the world fake all real

Crest mosh pits and I don't give a shit
Call the uber up drop a band on a fit
9 to 5 job so my fetti be legit
Complain about my style stop actin like a bitch
Transformations from the old me you can call me Optimus
Monsters with depression so don't even bother it
Do my own doctor-in
Got myself ponderin
Scary visions got you thinkin that i'm in the Conjuring
Use to pack glocks smoke rocks and different missions
Stackin up then fuckin this game in different positions
Vocals hit you in the face call it collision
Triangulum in my mind shiny like a fuckin prism
Hate all you stupid ass people because you don't know what I'm talkin bout
Throw both hand beat your ass in every single bout
Drippin hardest white boy you are in a motha fuckin drought
Hop up off my dick if you just trying to chase my fuckin clout

Rest in peace to pork chops
Head bangin death locks
Skills superior and they simply just don't stop
Zombie dead walkin like I be up on that black ops
Lookin at that benze got it straight up out that match box



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Writer(s): Justin Grimm
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