Wireless

Put the gun down (Rawkus!) I want a ??? colder than the ice you cash Hardcore, bite my shit It's open session on the hopers dreaming It's open season on the worthless scheming One of you weak niggas will get stabbed in the throat With a piece of broken record on some old honest approach Cause the heats waiting And ya'll look like a bunch of niggas that wanna meet satan It's unbearable how I be wrecking your stereo Now it's a different scenario I got a basement full of caskets Waiting for you faggots hating Mr. ?? dangerous for you maggots skating On thin ice Did I just produce? You'll get your guts reduced I'll rip your shoulders out I'll make you rip it out and hold it out Now you can beat it or get beat They were cheap seated niggas I had time to sit back in time a timeframe Fifty foot brain with a migraine I drink a glass of You fucked around so long your legs a like a box of stock-matches Your shit's expired And across town I'm choking your bitch with a strand of piano wire You dumb motherfuckers will get your wig ripped back Like it was gift-wrapped You'll be sitting in hell Blueprint your brain and trace every curve in your skull I'm wireless You know these niggas don't play No connection needed No respect is needed All villains get treated the same Leave a nigga teeth-less And you're only making matters worse When I'm hot seatet Ya'll niggas a low class Liquid acid Bullshit Rush to the side of your face The six dimensions Just a Desert Eagle handle with some pressure Like a doctor without a job I don't have the patience Split twenty heads And in a minute I tie it in knots Midnight deposit box [Chorus]