Inside the Booth (Intro)

As I step inside the booth You know you motherfuckers doomed The chopper looking like a broom And it is ready to consume I pull up I f*ck up I lift my cup up My bitch always stuck up Her skirt up, now grubs up My dick fucking sprung up Man I'm on the come up and ya'll always hung up To get this all summed up Man you gon' get plucked up Then strung up My name will get brung up R.I.E Yeah R.I.E Yeah That AK gon' spray Until the day No one is in the way He has decided your fate When he put yo ass on the plate Best believe he'll eat when he ate Like he's been starved in a cage Man it is never too early but it is always too late As I step inside the booth You know you motherfuckers doomed The chopper looking like a broom And it is ready to consume Bow down Then just stay down It can go down In your hometown If there is no fucking room I make these motherfuckers move It feels like I'm in a caccoon And my wings bout to spread real soon I'm here to protect it I'm here to perfect it Man it gon' get hectic I chop and disect it And then ressurect it Don't try to infect it Get chewed up like a breathmint Till you're nothing but segments Then spat out with resentment I feel like my name should get mentioned R.I.E Yeah R.I.E Yeah I go to work on some lyrics Like I be studying physics All these rappers gon' mimic Because the flow is prolific See through these hoes like acrylic Somebody phone up the clinic Because I spat on these critics And man that shit is acidic As I step inside the booth You know you motherfuckers doomed The chopper looking like a broom And it is ready to consume Yeah man f*ck the fame It's bout the game Well what remains It's in my brain It's in my veins It keeps me sane And kills the pain I love it Bow down Then just stay down It can go down In your hometown Bow down Then just stay down It can go down Like a 4 ounce