Nerves

Resting my foot on yo head I just conquered yo land had to slaughter yo clan now yo fans is my fans abide chain of command while you swallow them xans and embarrass yo parents You a pinhead nigga, I'm not gonna spare you My two cents bigger, still chirp like canaries I fed-ex zip-up, something mysterious Not no drive by nerve agent wrapped if u curious Got my eyes wide shut Smoking my blunt You a roach like my cigarette butt Get put out look at what you put out You a sound cloud cutout Calling yo hood out Wall paper gang members thinking its good now f******u then pull out What am I good for Sliding my flow in yo bitch while my wood stroke Nigga I could tho Nigga I'll kick a doe If its a stick em all don't bring that tat-too gun rather stick and poke Right where we left off you actin crisscross Scrubbing like dish wash Makes me sick, like blood clots, Chris bosh shoot at 3 points like Chris Paul Use your head as a kick off This ain't no kids job Point that shit spray at the ground til you blue in the face while you crip walk I don't know bout you nigga my shits hard I eat these rappers for lunch while I sit far Away from the crowd cause I know it I speak like a poet I don't wanna show it my actions heroic they stop I keep going Beat yo ass like a favor I owe you I know I control you 11 like ocean Got my niggas around me we scoping I'm peeping I'm posted, like a stamp on that card you not holding arriving some time in the postal --- Nerves - Fukkit & Dutchman