Riposte (feat. Benjmark)

Yeah, L118, Benjmark Let's go Was wondering why you didn't do the shit like you said you would Well that explains a lot on why you started fucking dudes If you're gonna start a beef you better take it all the way You're a joke to your kid but it wasn't born yesterday Ain't throwing shade or even flexing all my fronts You're fucking with the mafia and beefing with the dons You won't be talking shit when you got a gun on your dome Malnourished little burnt fucker with an extra chromosome Little bitch tryna flex you ain't even a threat You broke little shit you got shrunken balls on that dick You don't know who you're fucking with i'm the messenger of death You're flexing out a wallet that's as empty as your threats You're beefing like you're 50 but you pull up like you're 12 You thought I was only kidding? hang yourself with my belt Check this prick out my list I just took out the garbage Hmm I see a happy family there's Mr and Miscarriage I got a song and it's about to expose all your dirt baby Been carrying all this load and you're about to feel the gravity I can see you tensing up I feel your palms already sweaty I guess you learned your lesson why you should never f*ck with me You can tell everyone i'm out here admiring your shoes But can't change the frame and facts I look down on you Even tho we all know I'm ready strapped and loaded I'll take you on with my bare hands then snap record it Burn it in a CD and jerk off to it I like getting off to stuff that's morbid An addition to the collection of the fucks whose death emitted Every time i'm triggered and set off I'm like a 12 gauge I'm a sawed off Explosive if you get too close Slow down for a minute Let the beat rest and calm down for a bit Get the beast stressed and claw down for a bitch But I ain't done yet and that's just the sound of my bars reloading I'm tearing my hair off while im doing this fucking recording Im diggin this feeling The shooting and killing My spinal is chilling This flow that I'm spitting Not thinking of breathing Or let you keep living If you keep on pissing Me off imma start my dissing No holds barred Everyone's gonna getting shit no nose guard It ain't even winter but I see snowflakes every time that I spit All you fucks that I hit don't you even dare to throw fits Just cause when the shoe fits You gonna wanna start to fucking throw fists On this heat and this beat but i'm just letting off steam Every time that I sing It's lyrical screaming Happening in my dreams To the extreme That's triggered off when I'm in Any issue that you make up to try and make up for all that makeup On your face I'll cum on you and give you a facial All that dirt that I found out when I took the shovel and I dug out And I find out that Mine ain't the only dick That's been in your mouth I got a song and it's about to expose all your dirt baby Been carrying all this load and you're about to feel the gravity I can see you tensing up I feel your palms already sweaty I guess you learned your lesson why you should never f*ck with me Tic Toc, I'mma 'bout to clean your clock Click Clack, I ain't even gonna strap up this Glock Sip Sac, bitch, you finna 'bout to suck my cock Talkin' tough will get you jackshit but fucked Shady motherfucker y'all clingin' to rats I'm spitting' Tourette's while I'm tight grippin' my gat So go 'head tell me how your brother roll up Windows right? Cause I'mma spray him across the block And send him wherever you people call heaven Send him with all them motherfucking heathens Eden's Garden is an ice box in Seven Eleven Or a six-feet hole up in Loyola Garden You can send me to jail and I'll f*ck the warden Gang of thieves and bitch you's in the fuckin' lead An army of criminals is all that you will ever breed You got a pack of wolves sneering, snaring their teeth But I'm packin' heat and dawg, it's the only pack that I need Maguindanaoan green feed your Daddy's greed Your ownership of that land is as bad as your deeds Bunch of murderers like all ya'll Assassin's Creed Bitch, if you was a fucking plant, I wouldn't plant my seed I'm the f*ck-buddy of Death so I ain't scared of your threats You scared of the test so you got fuckin' bodied instead Lovin' incest so you fucked your own cousin in bed Bet you'll never play, boy when I put this piece on the back of your head.