A mind like mine when it lays a track it’ll kill a mic/
The kinda guy that brings a bayonet to a pillow fight/
Still a psycho I might go “blam!”/
Like nitro, I need some Nyquil - calm/
“You’re an hour late - take one Syze”/
I’ll take your sour grapes and make some wine/
I’ll take all night 'til I break sunlight/
I’m gonna drag it out like a Drake punchline/
My ray guns primed, pull it to greet strangers/
Russian Roulette with a bullet in each chamber/
You’re cussin’ the fact I’ve the stomach to eat danger/
It’s somethin’ to snack I love it it beats Quavers/
Get bitch slapped pitch black or until my wrist snaps/
Kick your six-pack your ribs crack on impact/
So get back - I’m a mental psycho/
Kinda like your girl on her menstrual cycle/
We ain't got no time to waste, every rhyme we make/
Well it be kinda great, and you lie like snakes/
In the grass just waitin' to strike us/
But you know that you can't because we're the nicest/
We ain't got no time to waste, every rhyme we make/
Well it be kinda great, and you lie like snakes/
In the grass just waitin' to strike us/
But you know that you can't because we're the nicest/