Forewarning

Go Yo Coming at these niggas necks A nigga savage on the beat Quick to leave ya Hemostatic on the street (F*ck nigga!) They think a nigga pressed; I'm bout to show em how a nigga do it They shouldn'ta did it bruh, I'm bout to turn this shit to Ruin Coming at these niggas next Committin' damage on you mufuckas Attilla the Hun, ima savage to you mufuckas Eatin' rappers, boy I'm at the table: fork, knife, tucked napkin on these mufuckas (Yezzir) They seen a nigga flex Like Bruce Banner bout to snap! In the booth, and David Banner made the track Mufuckas act the type to ratatouie on a bitch Stewart Little: F*ck nigga you's a rat (Ah-ha!) A nigga spit it till the cables in the speakers go SNAP Holes in filters: Crowns lodged up in the mic, no cap Dotted lines like we talkin' Morse code Unleashed: straight doggin' on you bitches like a Cane Corso (Aah) I'm Manic wit it I got em up in a panic wit it They sleepin' on me: finna rock em outta the hammock wit it The type of Rapper that you niggas know is kosher Goin' HAM and stackin' bread like it's a double decker sammich wit it Somatic, Schematics, I feel so estatic Thematic's, Sporadic, Emphatic; Man This shit gets erratic (What's Crackin?) You want beef? we can get 'fore its Past the prime And grab a seat cause you fuckin wit a Ma$taaMynd Just check a nigga specs: my assonance is greased lighting I'm out this world like I'm Neil Degras Tyson Wit punches fuckin' Rockin' when they make impact Like Ed Helms in hangover when he met Mike Tyson. Now Niggas "Aye" like they gradin' my performance nigga Piling up my premiums: my fortune is in order nigga Extraordinary like a Schmorgesborg of ordinance And I'm droppin' Bomb shit: Like my Colonel gave the mortar nigga This industry's war, and I'm disturbing ya peace I want the crown, from you niggas for an ottoman piece (To kick my feet up) My shit smack, like I'm all in her teeth Yo bitch a squirrel: because she love to take my nut and now I'm all in her cheeks (A-ha!) My goal's to run up NV until they Envy me Become iconic like it's jersey number twenty-three And be the hardest nigga to record on mp3 And Run this game to where ya favorite rapper's NPC Ain't type to draw it out; bitch this ain't no filler I'll spread ya cabbage on the table like a Sunday dinner Boy I Got hits like it's sensei Splinter's karate classes I'm virtuoso; you ain't fuckin' wit the Ma$taa Wordplay's wretched; writing till my wrists catch callous And any nigga that detests me you can suck my phallus Gon Check that ballot: you know I'm killin' rappers to past the time And tune in, cause you fuckin' wit a Ma$taamynd