Guess who's back, get up man where your shoes at,
Your two gats, homey loose that, bring the booze back,
Celebrate, hate, date, but wait the damn rave's delayed,
I hate to say, I'll get laid, played, and paid in a gay cave,
Scratch that, just watch rap, while I get raw and back at,
The rapbat, putting you wack cats in my fucking trashsack,
I'm a type of guy to get shot in an eye, rip it out it's socket,
Beat you to death blind with it, stick you in a coffin and lock it,
My mind lacks intel but my raps excel like fat bitches shirt size,
Yo I'm a god I slurp skies, kill these rappers buzz like hurt flies,
Now I'm in the mood for firing shots so just start hiring docs,
No inspiring talks will save these fuckers from acquiring spots,
In my 'I fucking murder you cocksucking motherfucker' list,
To start it off Bullet Boy pisses me off cause he's an ass-kiss,
If I ever saw Solace's ass it would be red and marked with lips,
Next thing ya know Bitch Boy got his dick all scarred with drips,
Not ridin' on Solace but Bullet Boy.....you piss me off
