Skillet (Prod.Mndbd)
Awfully sorry for the constant slaughtering of common bitches often talking shit
Before they cop the stitches off the blade that switches
Never miss a day of practice with it
Hittin straight to facet, and
Still fillet the masses with it
And i know they ain't diggin
Cause i aint got no fucking riches bitch
But less than half a minute has em like tactical missiles hit em
Still the last to finish when you got no tactics but your skill
Passive layin low but taking blackest ashes to the skillet
Cause my shits so rare you could find it in jurassic exhibits
Keep my shit so tight that 40,000 rhymes could last a snippet
Kept underground
I dont have no chances given
Cause theyre scared that ill surpass em like a rocket nasa sent on missions
Into orbit
Cops still probably got my fucking warrant
But theyre ignoring it cause when they pass my house the roaring forces fear deep into depths of their hearts like a Fucking warning
To step the fuck up off my hive
Been stinging bitches like a hornet
Autor(es): Christopher Ford