Won’t Come Back

Lyrics

[Intro] Hey, let me tell you about me See, I'm that sniper that sits in the house, watchin' 'em all come up, tryna sneak up on me But I'm in the window pickin' 'em off one by one I see you before you see me [Verse 1] Step to your wave and my five fingers of death Break one of your hands off, now five fingers are left Rappers and even singers get punished for their vanity Reach in your chest and remove all of your air manually First thing's first, I don't make music to twerk to I prefer to purposely linguistically hurt you The raging sea, storming up a tsunami performance Come on the stage, adorning a rapper-skin garment My intelligence quotient's developing more in boasting Throwing blows so potent that they swell up your emotions I've been the best, I'm just no longer interested in sending threats I'm the reason you eating, you like my dinner guest I done seen too many artists begin a route, with plenty clout, one year later he in a blouse 'Cause I dethrone him, I won't rest The only opponent you've known yet that'll make you pay rent to live in your own flesh [Chorus] I see your mouth, you're still running that But when I run up on ya, wonder how you're gonna act When I respond, it'll knock your vocals right from the track So hug your babies, tell 'em Daddy won't be coming back I swung the mic like it's an ax and I'm the lumberjack I wouldn't rap the way you're rapping for a hundred racks Run at me with that corny shit, and I'ma punish that So hug your babies, tell 'em Daddy won't be coming back, coming back [Verse 2] Just as certain as water is wet, it ain't hard to flex When you get your thoughts directly from the Universe's architect You keep hating and making different statements So when I get there, your ass better be gone like a hip replacement Don't put me with them beta kinds They say great minds think alike, well that's between them 'cause I'm a greater mind Not afraid to use or display the truth Slaying your favorite dude until my place in this stable is undebatable Some getting turned out, it's a safe bet 'Cause they let execs press their face on a desk to collect a paycheck The record label game is a snake-fest and you ain't Sissy Spacek So I know you can't carry your weight yet I'll wait a second and let that one take effect While I'm audaciously saying threats to make the paper break a sweat Challenge me at 9:40 tryna take my ends It's like a picture frame size, you'll be 8 x 10 [Chorus] I see your mouth, you're still running that But when I run up on ya, wonder how you're gonna act When I respond, it'll knock your vocals right from the track So hug your babies, tell 'em Daddy won't be coming back I swung the mic like it's an ax and I'm the lumberjack I wouldn't rap the way you're rapping for a hundred racks Run at me with that corny shit, and I'ma punish that So hug your babies, tell 'em Daddy won't be coming back, coming back [Verse 3] When it comes to ranking rappers by numbers, I don't listen to the pundits Keep your hundred, I got a top one list All that grandstanding and lying you tryna hand me I'ma kill it before it gets started just like a plan B Me, I just wanted to see carnage Take a track and leave any rapper you pick deceased on it, now the beast haunt it Drag a thief and read it for kilometers The undefeated needle eater, nonbelievers are free to see the procedure It's egregious to try to flee us 'Cause I can see you from Venus disguised as a referee tryna hide with some zebras I'm trained for the spot, the sandlot grains shall be chopped We can put your final remains in a sock When I hand it, every human that's in the town will vanish They gon' need enough yellow tape to fit around a planet Don't knock 'cause I was ripping up competition Back when you was too young to listen without getting your mom's permission [Chorus] I see your mouth, you're still running that But when I run up on ya, wonder how you're gonna act When I respond, it'll knock your vocals right from the track So hug your babies, tell 'em Daddy won't be coming back I swung the mic like it's an ax and I'm the lumberjack I wouldn't rap the way you're rapping for a hundred racks Run at me with that corny shit, and I'ma punish that So hug your babies, tell 'em Daddy won't be coming back Coming back