ya'll dead
 

I'm an animal, I was hatched, I wasn't born
scaled wings arch up out my back, a couple horns
dude's a beast, plus he's got hooves for feet
that'll leave a trail of blood down Hoover St.
body of work's got a smooth physique
plus I move discrete
and kill niggas like how I do with beats
truthfully, aint much that ya'll can do with me
so, I'mma kill this instrumental like a true MC
I'm a breathe of fresh air
followed by the coolest breeze
ya'll can see tre's behind yah lines w/o shootin 3's
alotta ya'll trash
I came to brink the house down
and leave the lot of ya'll ashed
off the molatov glass
betta haul ass... tbc