They came with monotony
New styles and metaphors
And we run the factory
Nigga rhymes all like my grandma's crackery
Why you getting scared, son?
Soundin' all stuttery
Posse like you should have really done pottery
Palms be sweatin' and your fingers gettin' buttery
Murderous lyrics to your head for your gluttony
Scientists and docs wanna study my anatomy
Share me them heart like my organy
Here we go!
Tellin' for the top
Hit that when we drop
Eyes on the price
So you know we can't stop
Gonna tell your moms
Better call the cops