What up Crummie Beats? Impossible my flow knock the wolves off of hells kitchen Hell of a vision I body into hell, listen Master park shootouts I'm after dark routes Knock on your door and throw a shark inside your house, nigga Open wide I made metal wolves cry With your misfortune and catastrophic collide The reason that I'm high is 'cause my momma just died I didn't even cry I just tried to murder the sky Another level my inner soul was embezzled Act disrespectful, my shooter rating successful I'm hood fights, I'm the six bullets that hit Suge Knight Nothing sugar here, I'm the nigga from the brook nights With no emotions see I vocally pop guys Pop goes the weasel, smoke spinach I'm Popeye Glock threads the needle, Dessert Eagle the flock fly Fall into apocalypse an animal archive Illa! Barbarians Best friends with Illa Ghee, I see y'all scared of him Fuck rap, they gotta be crooks Shook over shit, written in Prodigy book Real shit, fam damn and quick to cut a head Field trips, ham sandwich with the Wonder Bread Slap hoes, eat bacon Clap toes, feet shakin' So tough this nigga Ruck Write something better, so what I don't give a fuck Never ran, never will Then I ran when that mans hand's on the steel I'll be back though I'll be strapped, clap gats at black folks Decepts jumping your kids No black on black crime, I just hunt where I live P! Off the top this will body your night club Who wanna die against this lyrical fight club Fuck a rapper ain't nothing here like us Who want to die agains this lyrical fight club Off the top this will body your night cub Who wanna die against this lyrical fight club Fuck a rapper ain't nothing here like us Who want to die agains this lyrical fight club, nigga