[Chyeahhh!!!]

I came to cook, stop frontin wit them dangerous looks
you land punches? I send drones to your crib, listen baby..you shook
you fuckin wit Master!, I stay dumpin, the pump come with the tractor
shells single you out and circle you, and it aint an personal ad in the paper for bachelors
I'll have yah wig laid out, like it's a fuckin relaxer
and go to war with your bitch....when I fuck her under the mattress
I'm the main fuckin attractor, I will damage yah skull
fuck yah bars talkin bout how you ride with machines, it's all mechanical bull
I'd out Trump you in any setting, voters will all say that Chyeahh owned him
plus I'm fly off the toupe, and I aint talkin bout when the winds blowing
I'll freestlye over beats with rigor, why don't u geeks remember
the metaphor meat and potatoes
you're lyrically freakin eaten an expired chicken tender dinner...with dentures
my blade will have yah ass leaking your insides like a smashed penyata
and we'll all see BA holler @ A minor like Afrikkka Bambatta
the way you space yah lines makes me think you write in orbit, you're fuckin wack fam
so since you like pair a grafhs so much, take these punches from these 2 Black Hands

muh name Chyeahhh ya'll