i aint gat time for fake rappers cos my flow is hot like a d**k in a p***y without a friction,y'all open ur eyes cos dis aint friction
and when am done with u u gonna need confession
kneeling in my front just like a prodigal son
ima use my lyrics destroy u dat ur murder will look like a arson
and d rest gonna come cos they love my passion.
better be dead before u Bleep with me
cos my lyrics gon hurt u like u ve been stung by a bee.