I’m about to get busy, nigga, take cover
Listen, I am not your buddy, so we ain’t brothers, nope
I hate buggers if it ain’t butter
You ain’t hard as me, nigga, we ain’t from the same gutter, no
In 2010, they let me out the cage
Wasn’t a nigga strong enough to get me off the stage
Bloodsuckers wouldn’t stop the rage
They used to call me Wesley Snipes when I brought out the blade
Decapitation shit, I slaughter goats
Soft-ass niggas getting popped if they want the smoke
Ain’t about to give you niggas signs, fuck a horoscope
Pennywise effect, you would think that I was born a ghost
Hit it, then I ghost these nymphos
I couldn’t sugarcoat this info
For the power, you already know what this ghost in for
Bars stay classic like the ghost ship intro
Started from nothing, came from the bottom, G
This shit will fuck your brain up, bro, you’ll need a lobotomy
Chest pains, shit, I make it hard to breathe
I bet John Kramer would be proud of me
My lyrics are based on facts
Hardships, nigga, I done faced all that
Ever seen an ape on crack?
Me, I’ll break your fucking knees with a baseball bat
Mama told me take a break, don’t crash
She don’t know that if I take a break, no cash
How many niggas can relate? No cap
Haters wait for the day that I’ll bathe on trash
I done had moments God put my faith on blast
But I stand on my business and never ate no ass
Student of the game, never late for class
I handle life while rocking a Jason mask
And all you niggas regarded as MCs
Battle me and let’s see who’ll be awarded eventually
I pity whoever plotted against me
You’ll get split in half, you think I was parting the Red Sea
This the part where the bro gets wicked
As I vividly paint all these grotesque pictures
You can protest, bitches
That don’t change the fact you was willing to suck for a SolFest ticket
Pay homage to get your mouth sewn
I realized you people know nothing about Jones
Court sessions, getting locked in a cell
Probably could have rotted in prison, but I handled it well
I bet you boys ain’t even been in a police station
Keep chasing, only thing you got is street faces
Deep facial cuts, bloody eyes, weak braces
And that’s not a plus, my nigga, that’s a weak statement
I rarely care about what a hater thinking
But how this beat slap, it probably made an imprint
If you owe me, I suggest you pay with interest
‘Cause messing with my bag, that’s like trying to make fun of Jada Pinkett
You get smacked, and I don’t think you need that smoke
Y’all saw what happened to Rock after the alopecia joke
And all my people close
See, I don’t burn bread, but if I do, the whole circle…
I’m the main issue, now check as the fame triples
I’m not a shooter, but I know some niggas who aim missiles
For this spot, you’ll need Zarika to train with you
The right uppercut gon’ splatter your brain tissue
Most of these niggas are Pinocchio clones
Maandamano, I’m bringing that terror close to your home
Skill-wise, I’m dope to the bone
Since I elevated, niggas ran outta business like Nokia phones
My etiquette smooth, I never could snooze
And I’ve never been a conformer to your delicate rules
And if it’s scraping shit, I bet he’ll get bruised
‘Cause I don’t give a fuck like a celibate dude
The hype leader on the right beat, then I write ether
My stripes deep and my lines neat, kinda like zebras
It might be on my ID till I die, niggas
Supply D, I’m no side B, I like divas
I emphasize on my enterprise ’cause I might need it
My temper rise if they can’t decide who’s the right teacher
They tend to lie, then they empathize, and it’s like cheating
But I ain’t surprised, they’ll crucify you just like Jesus
Nigga, step aside if you like breathing
They petrified when the session dies, then it’s snipe season
I’m weaponized, I let ’em fry, then I might eat ’em
Them tsetse flies, I let ’em bite ’em, goodnight, heathens