93 barz of revenge

Yeah, 93 bars of revenge Listen, hold tight, everyone Yeah, hold tight, everyone, hold tight All the people in my area Listen, yeah, listen 93 bars of revenge Them people don't even know about a pen Don't talk about that gun talk Won't leave you blasted off with a skeng Them people don't know nothing in the ends What do they know? Not even maths, geography Them people, all they know is about pornography Them people remind me of JME When he chat shit But I spit the hard shit, not a lick Them people chat, ish Anytime, ish I spit the dope, everytime It's like a rope, when they see I tie them up with a fork Soap, soap and water You need to wash up your face, wash up your heart Wash up your face, wash up your heart Cause you're dirty, you're not clean Them people remind me of a gun But I shoot off machines With a fork, it's like an M16 When I see anybody Yeah, listen Listen, man, I'll be killing the track Anytime, I'll be killing this rack With a fork, I'll be killing the track Killing the track Anytime, I can kill that trap I can kill that trap I can kill that trap I can kill that trap I can put the goblin in I can put the green goblin in Before I can put them in Like it was a jail cell But I do this like, hell no Tell them, they can't disrespect me No way Listen, tell them About my money, you better pay Cause I be getting money all day With a fork all day I be getting that dope shit But you be getting that hardcore I be getting the bitches on the floor I be getting the bitches on the floor They be wondering Where the sex I give them more With a fork, it's like I be turning them raw Raw Straight to the bed, to the floor Like, I be telling them What the hell's going on in the kitchen Don't even come around with niggas I be pitching With a fork, I told them They be doing it Like they be snitching I be telling them What's the fucking intuition I be telling them I do this cause I do this Like I'm on a mission Like I'm on a mission Like Peter with pan With a fork, I do this Like I chop off my hands But I chop off your hands Damn Listen I'm the man with the slicer It's nice In your face You be wondering Who's that guy on a high take You be wondering Who's that guy on a high take But this ain't a joke ting When you see the gun is smoking With a fork is like a roach ting They be wondering Who's in the booth Who's poking Them niggas Listen Straight gun talk Not racist ting Straight gun That will blast off your face and ting With a fork I beat the sack It's Asian ting With a fork It's like I be making them niggas tremble Make them niggas tremble Like a cymbal With a fork It's like a wrinkle Simple For them people I do this so sick I'm so simple Them people remind me of the animal That's trapped up in a cage I do this like it was rogue They see me like rage I do this like a microphone You see me on that stage I be killing the trap With a fork I hit the grave And I hit the grave Like I killed myself with a gravestone You see I do this I come from home alone Like McCole, Cole, King Who's on the Joe ting Who's on the soul king ting With a fork It's like a rinsing ting When you see a gun With a fork It's like a shooting flame When you see a wedding ring When you see a wedding ring A gun will blast your face like it was bling Bling Bling, bling, bling When you see my phone It's like a ring, ring, ring When you see bitches on the ting They be on my ting They be on my ting Straight bitches on the stick They be riding I got bitches on the floor They be gliding Riding on this ting Like it was a porno fling Porno ting Whatever you wanna call it king I'm straight Deluded with the mind Some people say I got schizophrenia Paranoia Whatever you wanna call it Yeah Psychosis Whatever you wanna call this Hypnosis Whatever you wanna call this You might be trapped in a cage But I'm trapped in the stage It's like a microphone You see me I'll be killing the track You would've thought it was a A grave When you see me With a gravestone They be wondering Where's my ringtone Cause I'll be killing the track Like I told them go home I'll be killing the track Like I told them go home Like I told them bitches home alone Got all the bitches on the dick Like a stone But I done told them I do this Like I'm from Rome Got a bitch from Atlanta She's on me Yeah Straight bitches all on me All on me Yeah