Punch him in his face, feed him chicken soup
Surgeries in that institute
Record his ass while I whoop his ass
Put it on my album as the interlude
My circle tighter than an inner tube
Always talking what you finna do
I think you lames hit your pinnacle
Rappers on too many chemicals
Where the fucc is y'all principles
This Brick Squad, I'm the general
Middle finger, grab my genitals
Pullin up with a couple shooters
I could give a fucc about this fuccin music
I'll fucc you up and there's nothing to it
Flockavelli