[Verse 1] Suicidal zombie, violent as Gandhi Oxymorons with morons on oxys Red octagons cannot stop me properly Music industry trying to pop me probably My bottom row of teeth stay crooked like the cops be Spittin fire burning my lips boiling hot tea Unsweetened and bitter full effect of the flavor No phonies in the litter go and check your...Learn More

Verse 1: You can't block me bitch i'll use a proxy Wake you up to burn taking shots of hot coffee Chopping up these words you'd swear my tongue knew some karate Speaking of the tongue your girlfriends was all on me Later that night I had her in tights doing pilates Same person different angles call me paparazzi She was kinda bossy asking papi toss...Learn More