(Just not gonna say anything, just make noises)

(I love you, Hellboy)

(Rrrah, rrrah, rrrah, rrrah, woo!)(Hellboy)

(Let′s get it then, well check this out)

(We got somebody new)

(That shit kinda cool!)

Ay, a- a- a- ay!

Think I don't give just enough of a fuck

Glow like I′m frozen

My dosage corrupt

Flow like a chosen until I combust

Into nothing but dust, my son

I don't think you want to press your luck

They gonna go put you in your place with the taste of the rust

Old game's so corrupt

Lotta fans got a fetish for the blood

Father figure was a .38

There goes that son of a gun

Leading them all astray with disgrace for the next fresh dove

Pray for a man who won′t settle

He likes to meddle with all the shit that the people peddle

They might pop a little quiеt pill up in his dental

They hope you ain′t got thе potential to let go

And assemble your own end goals

So bleed

Every last drop of the dream

From the throat of some old GOATs

No antidote for the soul bloat

(Bloody rippin' this motherfuckin′ track)

(I know it took 'em some time to get on this motherfucker)

(′Cause they had to beat bid for this motherfucker)

(But yo! Yeah, he amped up on this motherfucker)

Ayy, bitches try to

Bitches try to (that's pretty cool)

Bitches try to hold me by the goatee

On my dome piece

Like they own me, own me

I just feed ′em pepperoni on a hoagie 'til they foamy

Back in '03 I was already OG

2014 showed me I can only

Proceed in the lonely, as a trophy

Think you know me?

You a homie?

Get you out my situation with a ceremony

I give grown men nightmares

Call me alimony

When you talk all I hear is a dial tone, so phony

Tellin′ everyone you eat good but your girl looking bony

Feed that bitch some macaroni!

Or she′ll find me, low key

Looking for a pokey

Ride me like a Ginuwine Pony

While you getting nosey with your cronies

When you find out

I'll be dead already under six feet of concrete

Pull up with the motherfuckin′ blade on my conscience

Fuck the meds in my pocket

I'mma go off ′em

Motherfuckers ain't honest

But they really good at shouting

Fuck about the commas?

Why they living so shallow?

Take a look up at the shadow, I-

Woke up today and I ain′t meditate

Now all my demons gon' circle my brain

Now all a sudden I hate life

Fuck up

Out my

Damn

Sight

Hold up for a second

99, Saliva, Grim are in this bitch you know

We coming with that motherfuckin' cemetery flow

Smile on my face while I′m grippin′ on the hatchet

Pull my hoodie up, like I'm Jason get to slashin′

Choppin' up they limbs, 99 is going batshit

East End Butcher finna leave your carcass ravaged

99 keep the fuckin′ knife on the nightstand

Ready to take your life in the night like I'm Iceman

Creepin′ out of sight

I keep the ratchet in my right hand

Paint the walls red

I'm the catalyst of violence

(That shit went hard, bro)

(I like this one)

(He like "damn G")

("Where'd you find this?")