HOOK:
They keep on asking me for more threats
My hands around your throat just like a corset
And every chick I see, keeps on asking me for more sex
A vortex
A gun aimed at your head, next to your cortex
And I can tell you’re paranoid, by looking at the floor sweat
So forfeit
My victory is set in stone
So I came to battle
But now it seems to me
These fleas Be changing like a channel
Look at your knees
I’ll have you bleeding deeply like mammal
They want a piece of me I’ll put My pee pee on a panel