Buckle In

I'm gonna spit this once so shut the f*ck up and buckle in You little pussies think you got to me but I ain't struggling I'm the cold abortion clinic the way I leave you kids stiffing it 16-year-old kids really stepping to me Like I won't just pummel you in Wife your sister, break her heart Leave her on life support and then Get you on my hook and dunk you in acidic spit, understand Come round to Godiva and bet you won't survive here little fucking dyke Don't want me to rival ya or I'll ask the coroner to provide a casket for you fucking vagina's You're an insult away from shooting up a fucking school But you wanna come at me and act all cool Like I won't call you "bitch" then your science partner winds up with a bullet in her skull You escape through your shit music to forget your abnormalities In actual reality you get bullied it's crazy this brutality And I know this is true I can tell by the tunes you dance to and the style that has you In the back of your classroom Quiet hands in your heads wondering when you get the chance to Stick it back to the man, slaughter them like lamb stew Words can't describe how much saliva I'd spit on your grave if you rocked an early death Some of you look like tapped stoners who don't shower for weeks with hurly breath This is surely a test of my ability to handle the criticism But I'ma stay quiet and pen this lyricism And perform a lyrical exorcism over this beat but my detector system Say's you'll come back smug, but in reality you're shook Cause you only gang up 'til a one-man gang comes and fucks you up Out comes my chalice and bet your arse I'ma fill it up With your tears and down it just to taste the salt Felt like I was in the pacific, I ain't one to get too specific But you bunch of misfits are the exact kids I witness get clowned on for minding your business So I don't wanna be responsible for a Columbine part two But when I deep that ends in yet another tragedy for you I don't mind sacrificing innocent lives to blast this tune on your corpse And don't worry to the parents it ain't your fault your kids are fucking dorks Who let themselves be walked over in real life So use the internet to feel like Mr big shot, ironic cause that'll play a big part In the controversy surrounding this, you're all just hypocrites And liars who need to make shit up to get some viciousness From other people to try infect me like syphilis "The beat's cheap" no shit bitch I'm not a millionaire "The bars are cringe" don't examine them like a sightseer "The hook's trash" f*ck off bitch you're just a doctrinaire So keep my name out your fucking mouths or I'll rip your gums to fucking shreds I'ma do my own shit, mind your business and this shit don't extend