Lyrical assassin, calling the kill shots like manson, I’m back now, so you can stop asking about my next move, unless you want it to be on you, im not in the mood, im here to spit fire in the booth, but if you front I may grab a gas can and a lighter then set fire to you, I got more than a few screws loose, so don’t think I’m playing dude, these b*tchs make me sick, the critics of my lyrics, the politics with their bullsht, I ain’t going to buy in to it either, take a look at these two middle fingers, that’s for all of you bringing your opinions up to me thinking I want em, for all you f*ckers pretending, friends even politicians I know most of you hiding something, I tell the truth I see in peoples eyes, I’ll expose every hating ass hoe, even ones in disguise.

Hook: In the booth got my headphones on tight, the mic, the lyrics to fit my life, to headstrong to let what people say slide, so i got the haters in my sights.