Death to All

Death to all these rappers Death to all these trappers Death to all these snakes Death to all these fakes Death to all Death toll Rising pass the fucking wall I don't wanna battle Let's prepare for war I came with a gun You came with a sword? Never off guard I pray to the lord Give me what I've been asking for uh Gotta go ham I don't eat that Gotta go hard Bitch never seen me soft I've been caught up Drinking smoking thinking Then the ink started rubbing off Started going off Crashed to a wall That was writers block Till I had to knock it off Death to all these rappers Death to all these trappers Death to all these snakes Death to all these fakes Death to all these rappers Death to all these trappers Death to all these snakes Death to all these fakes Ya came with a crew What you here to do What you here to prove Gotta make a move This ain't a diss Competition been exist Some of ya stay pissed Get over it Life is shit Worse things than this Shitty world Old man raping little girls F*ck the world Countries being bombed And you worried about this song mang I could be right You could be wrong If i am Then i wrote it on this song Don't ask who put me on I got it on my own Not egotistical Just had the visual Lyrical miracle All of ya looked at me pitiful Till I got to my principles Passed the physicals the unthinkable Feeling bulletproof go ahead motherfucka shoot Death to all these rappers Death to all these trappers Death to all these snakes Death to all these fakes Death to all these rappers Death to all these trappers Death to all these snakes Death to all these fakes Came to the studio With a Banga Bad bitch named Topagna She said bad boy Wanna meet the world Was like girl let's go First don't f*ck up the flow I need to make more Dough before hoes Dope with lines Coke up your nose I knows the code Detonate Time to explode You've been exposed uh Deadly radiation Fucking up your concentration I can see the frustration By the way you ventilating Coffin is always waiting I want to be exempt From that category Don't wanna be dead and gory Don't play with toys Listen to my story And think Woody Buzz From his monologues Don't double-cross With my dialogues Lost vision But i got a seeing-eye dog Yah Had to catch my wind Bless to be a sin Ya wanna see me lose But God helped me win Ya Rather see me six feet under Than to be the top gunner Been hustling all summer Word to my mother Had no other choice But to bring the noise Now all these sick motherfuckas just wanna kill the boy