See bruh.. you that type a nikka who lurks the forums to check your views
..get a coli chick's number, make some plans and run home to boil your shoes
Ask your main man if he got some jeans and a chain you can use
Then fall asleep on train cause you put that alarm on snooze
Frail, sensitive type dude, at work lettin' them white chicks steal your lunch
Leaving pink post-it notes in the fridge like "please, stop drinking my punch!
"I'm a gluten-free vegan, so I'm sensitive about what I munch
So if you'd please at least leave me a few bites, I'd appreciate it a whole bunch!"
...But lets get off the jokes and get to the bars
Food for thought you can't digest cause this challenge ain't smart, Burn
Kick a hole through your chest then I'll hand you your heart, Burn
On this scene long enough now nikka, it's my turn
Throw on a mask like a surgeon and cut up and slice Burn,
Docs gotta wash this nikka's insides-out, I'm that stern
Close my eyes and shoot behind, and shyt'll still get tragic
Clip-a nikka, drop his jersey, yea I'm I'm Magic with the ratchet
Caught you at church, come up off that collection dough
Got ya pastor yellin' "BURN!" like it's that 70s show
T-K gave us the terms, the best chance you ever heard of
You took the deal and got locked in quicker than Bobby Shmurda
You ain't taking shyt layin' down, I can judge from your bold boasts
Stand in my zone, split your shyt clean in half, that's goal posts
You went at Spud.. real cute, you murdering old ghosts,
I'd rather bury this male man (mail) then dig up them old posts [check his avi]
Now I know you over there with something you wanna say,
Go on and pen that trash while I brew up some Earl Grey
[I'll check back after work tomorrow. I hope you try harder in round two]