Crossed the Line

I'm not that kind of guy you trash talk at nationals I'm not that kind of guy you go hand to hand'in with I'm that kind of guy to feed you to the animals quick In a van like I'm Alek Minassian, maniac shit What's yours is yours and what's mine is mine, Stay on your side and don't reach for mine Take a look here I had enough with the sublimes From this point on you have now crossed the line Crossed the line lil nigga! I'm 'bout to turn you to a mime Speak on what's yours and I'll speak for mine Yeah... I'm turnin' up you fuckin guys From now on you have crossed the line I'm comin' atchu wit full force don't make me get my nine I load a full clip I put some bullets spine I take it as a sign you must be really tryna die The muzzle flash make ya life flash before ya eyes I'm a cannibal this to me is whine and dine I'm tired a hearing you guys whine so now it's time to die I'm James Bond this to me is no time to die You'll wind up in an alleyway for the grand finale hey! They Jane Fonda's worried 'bout the box office I been pondering how to get y'all to stop talking Put the pedal to the floor people I used to adore friends that pretend Ain't pretending no more I'm a south paw y'all are coleslaw already Cold by the time I slaughter you all I can't even son niggas y'all are more like my daughters This is Hellboy they should call me David Harbour! What's yours is yours and what's mine is mine Stay on your side and don't reach for mine Take a look here I had enough with the sublimes From this point on you have now crossed the line Crossed the line lil nigga! I'm 'bout to turn you to a mime Speak on what's yours and I'll speak for mine Yeah... I'm turnin' up you fuckin guys From now on you have crossed the line I'm not that kind of guy you trash talk at nationals I'm not that kind of guy you go hand to hand'in wit I'm that kind of guy to feed you to the animals quick In a van like I'm Alek Minassian, maniac shit I'm not that kind of guy you trash talk at nationals I'm not that kind of guy you go hand to hand'in wit I'm that kind of guy to feed you to the animals quick In a van like I'm Alek Minassian, maniac shit In a van like I'm Alek Minassian, maniac shit I'm from the city where they run up and fire at you while you still in the whip Where was all that slick shit you talking out your lip? I don't scope niggas I fire straight from the hip Gimme your fucking money man don't act like a dummy man I'll put a fucking kitchen knife in ya tummy man Haha that's not even rap I'm just gully man I'm straight thuggin' y'all fitna get gutted It's a star studded event where y'all are blooded I'm good enough to put an end to this public I throw you off of twelve stories then watch you plummet Y'all coming at me over a bitch I trusted I should bury the hatchet it's already rusted man Listen my flow is busted it's over man I'm crushing niggas like a soda can I cut the power before I storm you coward's houses I turn the corners like I was Jack Bauer Then I'm gone in sixty seconds I'm way too treacherous I'm a leave a trail just for the detectives man I'm reckless I'm loco I got a special plan Tell me what were you expecting man? Hahahaha Tell me what we're yall expecting? Y'all can't stay off my shit man Y'all keep coming back for more That's why I got more I am, Tareebi the Terrible