[Hush]

VERSE 1
Pull outta honed cutter, drag it down ya chest - watch this hoe suffer
leave sucha plunging neck line, autopsy photos'll hit the Vogue cover
& Pitt against any of you bitches, i'll blam the nina o'course
I mean, I wont Kid Around..it'll get messier than the Brangelina divorce
Plus ya girl? I'll scoop her n' an hour for sex kid
Then watch her 'bring it to her mouth n toss it back'...*Chefs Kiss*
Ur small potatoes, truly friend & yes ur life will cruelly end
Coz face it ur a spec tater.. which i'll still slice, dice n julienne
I'll let the fif blare n' when i bus aint shit spared
sooo treat this like the Trump tape.. all over after the clip aired

VERSE 2
im sending your soul to the sky...shotty piercing it,
this shits Astral Projection...shells leave yu with a out of body experience
i'll get dome from yur girl if i was fucked up n all out tweakin,
she wants to blow Cyanide Pill pop before leaving her mouth leaking
after this beatin ur gonna say im not new coz i smash yah'll,
it doesn't matter who i Ampoule that alias bullshit an get hit in yur glass jaw
my ruger will destroy yur frame coz yur a coward hater,
one shot n they'll be a head smoked wit no body like Zordons on power rangers
when i use my blade on cut yur neck.. blood'll start to splatter,
get slashed criss crossed in vertical angles till shit looks like a tartan pattern