GRØW

It's been a minute and I'm itching for a killing If a nigga wanna try me I'ma show em what a villain is I've been tolerant, but now heart is hollow And my head is filled with demons, pretty soon they gon' be feeling it I'ma let em out. I'ma send em all amok The ruling part of me just simply doesn't give a fuck You better run, don't approach me anymore You don't wanna test your chances, in a minute you'll be outta luck For future reference, if I snap you won't be feeling much You've yet to fathom pain, here's knuckle sandwich, eat it up, you fuckin' chump This little grumpy fuck has had enough I'm breaking kneecaps for any scheming nigga running up Spare the rhetoric, I've heard it all before The time of talking has passed, I'm about to wage a war Removing your mama's head, leave it at your front door You've summoned the curse of Wrath, find out what he's got in store for ya You think you're funny, boy? You think you're funny, huh? You think you're funny, fuddy duddy lil dummy boy? Tell another joke, I'mma take ya lunch money, boy Run them pockets outside, it's getting muddy, boy You think you're funny, boy? You think you're funny, huh? You think you're funny, fuddy duddy lil dummy boy? Tell another joke, I'mma take ya lunch money, boy Run up on me, I promise it's getting bloody, boy! This dude bum-rushed me stepping off the school bus He threw me to the dirt, nigga proving that he's so tough "So what?! Yeen bout that life, yeen saying shit" "I'ma do this everyday, not worried bout a consequence" I'ma hang him by his ankles in a tree Cut him, gut him, use his belly-ropes to choke him till he doesn't breath Ion give a fuck. Told the boy he shouldn't fuck with me Thissa prime example of pushin' a kid to evil deeds Evil breeds in the bowels of my psyche I like screams, I'll squeeze em out a bully till his eyes bleed You fight me, you prolly should be comfortable with dying I might be unstable, I was raised without the right things I see potential to make impressions The corpse in my yard is indicative of a lesson I sit silently anticipating the next one A harsh environment is surely to make a bad son, huh You think you're funny, boy? You think you're funny, huh? You think you're funny, fuddy duddy lil dummy boy? Tell another joke, I'mma take ya lunch money, boy Run them pockets outside, it's getting muddy, boy You think you're funny, boy? You think you're funny, huh? You think you're funny, fuddy duddy lil dummy boy? Tell another joke, I'mma take ya lunch money, boy Run up on me, I promise it's getting bloody, boy Waddup? You out here blindsiding niggas? You got the right one today! You bout to learn a hard lesson, sir! Oh nah, don't run from me, I'ma get yo ass! Run that fade nigga! Run that shit!