No Holds Barred

Verse:

The worst thing you could do is waste my time. How the fuck you think you could take a dime? One way or another I’ma take what’s mine. I’ma change the tides, better brace for the rise. You can take my name never take my pride, we can play that game we can take that ride. Surprise! Never know what’ll explode in disguise, and the second ones will go when responders arrive. My list is expanding again, I’m dismantling him with an axe in his head. It’ll be the last thing I do when he’s dead cause I wanna hear him scream from his feet to his legs. Should have put down some plastic; gee, what a mess. Go ahead and beg, we can see what it gets. I don’t really think this man is speaking again when I’m done pulling the mother fucking teeth from his head. Building up my repertoire, don’t know what you’re stepping towards. I might be forced to be getting mine and getting yours. Always did my job, you’re the one that wasn’t doing yours, but you were the one that always had the money for the courts. Tryna figure out what your purpose on this earth is. Nervous; praying that I’ll never resurface. It’s pretty stupid going pissing off a wordsmith, Texas chainsaw; I can turn you into curtains. Bet your ass I aint past kicking doors, you should less frequently be going through your kitchen drawers, sweating, breathing heavy, cool and clammy digging for a fork; you could probly make a meal off the crumbs on your floor. I think you’ve probably had enough there sport, theres really not a reason to be eating all four. Plus I don’t really think your gut can take much more, whats the fucking cake for? Look at your waste paying for it. Nuts like an acorn looking like he spent an all nighter watching gay porn and he ain’t sore. Wait for it, now his mission is to take more, so tomorrow night he’ll be sticking it up way more. Fuck me over and I’ll blow up like a claymore. Need I say more? He could probably talk his way out of a hooker that was paid for. This is where I put the chorus, I ignore it. I would never ever quit halfway through an abortion. You can suck my dick, middle fingers to extortion. But I’m still sick, twisting you into contortion. Cold bars that’ll go so hard like a cripple in a go-kart zooming out a coke bar. Better call the coast guard, no holds barred submerging you till you don’t show up on a sonar. So many sharks swimming that they post signs. You can take a nose dive in that coastline. I’ma hit you with a flow that you won’t like. Talk shit behind my back, I’m a low life? I don’t even wanna rap, only reason that I came back here was to hoe your whole life. Fat little bitch, if you were married I’d be sticking it in every single hole in your hoe wife. But you get no dice, hit him with a chrome pipe. Wait a minute, I don’t think there’s anything I won’t write. You know everybody thinks you’re a joke right? Hate to be the one to break it to you, no I don’t sike! What’s the matter, you feeling that gravity? You had to have known I’d be coming with savagery. Can’t you see that I’m as dope as a bag of weed? What you didn’t think I’d have millionaires backing me? They think that you’re gonna bump this huh? Some are hoping that I fuck this up, no holds barred, I’d never cut this raw. I wrote you a bar for every unmixed song. So, when I’m in your neighborhood watch out, what a coincidence; that little guys crossed out. Don’t ever tell me to calm down, got a fifth with a wick and its lit about to get tossed out.