It seems as I grow older
People whole shoulder colder than a snow blower
Why I keep the grass short like a low mower
Cause snakes take many a shape it's no folklore (Folk lower)
We all play the hand we dealt I am no folder
I'm Joe Rogan mixed with Logan I'm an old soldier
Getting hard to fight these last bouts
My credit card for life be maxed out
So stop talking dude
Talking rude I'm bringing beef with the hands to ya mouth like Moroccan food
Obnoxious too speaking mess like you ain't stain ya slate
Im Texas bbq, a seasoned vet that made mistakes (My steaks)
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound
Of finding your passion for life after the fight of it had beat you down
Feel the ground beneath your feet don't ever sink or drown
And see that now not every king was ever meant to keep his crown
I feel like Odin with no war to fight
Voyaging from shore to shore on the coldest night
My whole existence in this bitch is warrior type
Wild valor until Valhalla take my sword and life
I'm the man of steel get fly on em
Banana peel, slide on em
Nah
Snipe you cowards from the Eiffel Tower
I shoot for the stars with sights on power
Spit a song that a end your careers
Mr blonde you should lend me your ears
Leave em stiff as a log when the pressures on
Sick em with dogs out the reservoir
The top spots gots to get handed over
Cuz opps get popped like a can of soda
Shoot you with a cannon bro and I ain't talking cameras
Turn your head to hamburger underneath that man bun
Once you see this handgun
I'm DMC and I shoot the J, MJ you can rev but you can't run
Don't even compare levels
Believe me BG to even see me you gotta listen like daredevil
Bar topics narcotics, so fools try me
Your jewels shiny but shorty said you were too tiny
I don't care who's rhyming
When it's warfare I'm sure lines destroying more peers than tsunamis
Spit a round, hit you clowns, tear apart half your chest
You motherfuckers lack bars like you lack success
A savage yes
Ain't telling ex strippers put they liquor down when I say I give cardiac arrest
Tryna follow me better catch your breath
Bitch smack a rich rapper with a big clapper
Then Jack his wrist jacket link racks
And hit him with the sig rat a tat tat tat give him back his death
You'll never be better than me
Forever my pedigree be
A veteran severing beats
Whenever I'm dead and deceased
Bet they remembering me
Beheading the better emcees
God level degree
Heavenly cleverly heavy and deep