When’s the last time you heard me
Did you observe me
Still have the nerve think you
Can serve me?
Got to wake up early practice your breath
With rapping like that the outcomes death
Don’t step across the line
Wrong choice
Fuck being deep first you need a strong voice
All that screaming is useless
Besides its obvious your voice box locked in nooses
Hanging yourself use the mic cord
Cause it sounds like the switch is off and your
Crew looks bored
Walking out the door with mad regrets
You represent them if i were them i’d be mad depressed
I wouldn’t roll with you smoke a bowl with you
See you coming toward me and stroll right through
Got better things to think about
Plus my hands hate shaking with
People who bring me down
Following through with the words in my hook
They were meant for you and you too
Read my lips book

Chopping heads bloody necks
T.e.s
Cut twice with one slice (repeat four times)

I don’t want to make friends don’t say hi
Shook too many hands to only go home question why
Fuck digits on crumpled pages
The only calls i accept offer cash for rocking stages
If i don’t pick up i’m screening your call
Don’t be mad i don’t say hi t my neighbors
When we pass in the hall
Hey tes good job is more than enough after a show
My answer to a collabo is like trading a cd no!
You should know by the look on my face
I’m not a nice guy
Fuck last i’m all alone in first place
Terrence the tyrant all by myself
Come so far solo i don’t need your help
If you like my songs cool i still hate yours
Keep your feedback to yourself and your
Input on play/pause.

(funkstorung chops up tes)

You don’t know me (8 x)