93 barz of revenge Lyrics

Yeah, 93 bars of revenge

Listen, hold tight, everyone

Yeah, hold tight, everyone, hold tight

All the people in my area

Listen, yeah, listen

93 bars of revenge

Them people don't even know about a pen

Don't talk about that gun talk

Won't leave you blasted off with a skeng

Them people don't know nothing in the ends

What do they know? Not even maths, geography

Them people, all they know is about pornography

Them people remind me of JME

When he chat shit

But I spit the hard shit, not a lick

Them people chat, ish

Anytime, ish

I spit the dope, everytime

It's like a rope, when they see

I tie them up with a fork

Soap, soap and water

You need to wash up your face, wash up your heart

Wash up your face, wash up your heart

Cause you're dirty, you're not clean

Them people remind me of a gun

But I shoot off machines

With a fork, it's like an M16

When I see anybody

Yeah, listen

Listen, man, I'll be killing the track

Anytime, I'll be killing this rack

With a fork, I'll be killing the track

Killing the track

Anytime, I can kill that trap

I can kill that trap

I can kill that trap

I can kill that trap

I can put the goblin in

I can put the green goblin in

Before I can put them in

Like it was a jail cell

But I do this like, hell no

Tell them, they can't disrespect me

No way

Listen, tell them

About my money, you better pay

Cause I be getting money all day

With a fork all day

I be getting that dope shit

But you be getting that hardcore

I be getting the bitches on the floor

I be getting the bitches on the floor

They be wondering

Where the sex I give them more

With a fork, it's like

I be turning them raw

Raw

Straight to the bed, to the floor

Like, I be telling them

What the hell's going on in the kitchen

Don't even come around with niggas

I be pitching

With a fork, I told them

They be doing it

Like they be snitching

I be telling them

What's the fucking intuition

I be telling them

I do this cause I do this

Like I'm on a mission

Like I'm on a mission

Like Peter with pan

With a fork, I do this

Like I chop off my hands

But I chop off your hands

Damn

Listen

I'm the man with the slicer

It's nice

In your face

You be wondering

Who's that guy on a high take

You be wondering

Who's that guy on a high take

But this ain't a joke ting

When you see the gun is smoking

With a fork is like a roach ting

They be wondering

Who's in the booth

Who's poking

Them niggas

Listen

Straight gun talk

Not racist ting

Straight gun

That will blast off your face and ting

With a fork

I beat the sack

It's Asian ting

With a fork

It's like I be making them niggas tremble

Make them niggas tremble

Like a cymbal

With a fork

It's like a wrinkle

Simple

For them people

I do this so sick

I'm so simple

Them people remind me of the animal

That's trapped up in a cage

I do this like it was rogue

They see me like rage

I do this like a microphone

You see me on that stage

I be killing the trap

With a fork

I hit the grave

And I hit the grave

Like I killed myself with a gravestone

You see I do this

I come from home alone

Like

McCole, Cole, King

Who's on the Joe ting

Who's on the soul king ting

With a fork

It's like a rinsing ting

When you see a gun

With a fork

It's like a shooting flame

When you see a wedding ring

When you see a wedding ring

A gun will blast your face like it was bling

Bling

Bling, bling, bling

When you see my phone

It's like a ring, ring, ring

When you see bitches on the ting

They be on my ting

They be on my ting

Straight bitches on the stick

They be riding

I got bitches on the floor

They be gliding

Riding on this ting

Like it was a porno fling

Porno ting

Whatever you wanna call it king

I'm straight

Deluded with the mind

Some people say I got schizophrenia

Paranoia

Whatever you wanna call it

Yeah

Psychosis

Whatever you wanna call this

Hypnosis

Whatever you wanna call this

You might be trapped in a cage

But I'm trapped in the stage

It's like a microphone

You see me

I'll be killing the track

You would've thought it was a

A grave

When you see me

With a gravestone

They be wondering

Where's my ringtone

Cause I'll be killing the track

Like I told them go home

I'll be killing the track

Like I told them go home

Like I told them bitches home alone

Got all the bitches on the dick

Like a stone

But I done told them I do this

Like I'm from Rome

Got a bitch from Atlanta

She's on me

Yeah

Straight bitches all on me

All on me

Yeah