I don't battle with jokers, u'll be trippen when it's over, my text causes vivid visuals panic
I'll put u in yur place like g force, no remorse, u'll be on tha see floor libid, bitter cold and stiff
yur family will hallucinate, about tha world ya used ta grace, son I'll put a gun in ya mouth like toothpaste
his flows shifty, problems with this badboy, no biggie, he's hideous like diddy's spit, acid's looking like two face