After a long hiatus...

[Quarter O]

Bars from space, signal picked up on satallite dishes/
Bars that could X Em(XM) I'll leave shade45 with em/
Colt 45 gripping, cult of fortified gremlins/
At Shady play dirty dozens of tracks, they forced to vibe with em/
no clean versions. Got 40 year old virgins that's waiting to bust a nutcase/
that's crazy to upstage us/
no strangers to danger/
if misery loves company I'm son of a gun, form relations with chambers/
....u dressed to kill? That outfit don't fit ya/
Married to the game? Please you playing house with Ya sister!!/
Know the foulest of niggas gun in the mouth of Ya sister/
after they feed, the tip smells like calcium nigga/
sitters that dress in wigs, real hitmen for hire/
for the cause they hung their Robins, this no doubt, fire./
Get it? Robbin Williams? Mrs Doubtfire?/
Doubt fire, your mouths wired
without choirs/
could make Jesus walk towards you after you're beat horrible/
like Yeezus when you get jumped man In Yeezys that's affordable./
I get under niggas skin like thinking u gone get skins/
and you're 3rd base but u up against the Redskins/
That time of the month. I be involving they broads/
then get threats.. you know.. heavy breathing, heavy volume of calls/
Your whispers good as Twitter fingers, ur mouth don't mean shit/
get @ Ya boys n shout shit out, those #pounds don't mean shit./