When I state the predicate
I mean you better get
Up off your ass and out this town
Go show some etiquette

Medicine up my cabinet I keep it separate
From priying eyes I am not crazy
But I'm killin for the hell of it
With the one inch punch
I'll give the ravens their lunch

With the guts of foes who did bluffs
But could keep their mounth shut
For a goddamn second so I hit with the blunt
Blunt force to a grunt make a punk growth stunt

Growth stunt, stunt, stunt
Stuntin on a bitch
With my weapons fo' the hunt
Coulder than a lich when I make a soul jump
From their fuking body with the shotty when I pump
I'll make ya

Growth stunt, stunt, stunt
Stuntin on a bitch
With my weapons fo' the hunt
Coulder than a lich when I make a soul jump
From their fuking body with the shotty when I pump
I'll make ya growth stunt

I'm taking my time when I'm doing my thang
I do not need to rush anything in the rain
I'm not gonna slip and fall to the grave
Seneca taugth me how to keep sane

From all the mess
And chaos with the stress
But I am decapitating every test
In the form of a
Swarm of my enemies it's given me the drive
To go on while ya mourn in ya dorm where y hide

You can run, you can sprint
But know that I will catch ya fall
With a weapon in my hand
Take a face a then I maul