Wes Craven’s Leatherface

Lyrics

[Verse] Cheah, ain't no touching shit that I wrote No disrespect to B. Dot, nigga, fuck your list, I'm a GOAT The game has been corrupted, trust that I'm with the smoke Truly, I'm Rudy Ray Moore, shit, I'll punch a bitch in the throat, Payne The walking dead, get you all a bed in a 'spital If Moses parted the sea, bitch, I'll part your head in the middle, nigga I'm talking bread, this carbon lead, it'll hit you I go nuts, George Washington Carver said it's official, yeah I'm working mine like I'm serving dimes in a bag Corona over, so what, it's the perfect time for the mask I'm turning rhymes into cash, ever sincе my 33rd Been close to them dirty birds, I feel like Mama McNabb, yеah Marine shit, big choppers could lean shit Baldheads popping right through your shirt, that's Queenzflip Bitch please, I'll split your chickpeas, that's bean dip Fifth squeeze, look like a striptease, your jeans rip, yeah I get it cracking, I'm dragging it out the gutter Nigga, I ain't even rapping, I'm practicing how to hover Full metal jacket, I'll slap the shit out your mother Then have a toast to your death, the glasses is out the cupboard, nigga Every rap is brutal, battle guru Slap a poodle, these bullets leave the barrel and travel through you This like a Pitbull vers' a labradoodle Magic voodoo, abracadabra, I'll show this ladder to you Wicked as Satan, sickest shit in this nation Melt this track into liquid, word to Nicholas Craven A prodigy, bitch, I'm infamous, this is infinite greatness Picture me falling off, that's a ridiculous statement, bitch I'm trapping to hit the treetop OG get it cracking, it's Bob Backlund and Reeboks Shit, I'm accurate with the G-lock You know me, I just keep rapping until the beat stops