Under black lights
Blood don't act right
Revealing where the murder happened last night
Somebody should've read the boy his last rights
So I'ma write your eulogy
But for a fair price

They say that Sn's sick
They say that Sn's dope
So Ima keep it going til the pens broke
Gotta keep it smokin' crack the windows
I only puff the potent for the mentals
Keep the fire alive
Get inspired to scribe
Do it for the haters so they die inside
So I try to rationalize the state of the biz
It's just a passion of mine
To change what it is
Copy cats parrots and mina birds
Repeating the same shit that we all dun heard
So sick of the shit from the crypt
I emerge
Slip in the clip
And I feel the power surge
My mommas dominican
So rapa tu may
Now this a predicament
Best to run compay
My father is cuban
We call you comemierda
Freddy Krueger the shooter
I leave the room magenta

Barz 4 Sale
I got Barz 4 Sale
Tell Lil
I got Barz 4 Sale
Tell Lil
I got Barz 4 Sale
It's a fire sale
It's a fire sale

Barz 4 Sale
I got Barz 4 Sale
Tell Lil
I got Barz 4 Sale
Tell Lil
I got Barz 4 Sale
It's a fire sale
It's a fire sale

I got barz hooks and some aggressive raps
Cash app the doe I'll send a reference track
Gotta ASCAP the flow
I need a cut from that
Or else this transactions over meng
No questions asked
Anybody need it
Anybody want it
Ghost write so much
My pen and pad haunted
What I wrote so wild
Even your grans on it
Dog I flow so foul
The mic stand rotted
Got noxious toxins
That's leaking from the pores
Shittin constant hotness
Just leave it on the floor
Got your moms in bondage
She was fiendin for the boy
Hop out the mosh pit
Now I'm bleeding on the floor
I'm a bleed for this
Samples clean and crisp
Murderous
Til they send a cease and desist
Call em Luca Brazy
Now they sleep with the fish
Take em way down
Til they see the abyss

Barz 4 Sale
I got Barz 4 Sale
Tell Lil
I got Barz 4 Sale
Tell Lil
I got Barz 4 Sale
It's a fire sale
It's a fire sale

I make it look so easy
Cause fuck if it aint
I'm reckless like a trucker
That keep pumpin the brakes
But y'all know I got it covered
Like a bucket of paint
Because I just start bustin'
Like a rubber that breaks
Make no mistakes
Let my baby's live
I'm a wordsmith
Giving birth to new ideas
While cursing
Meanwhile your writing styles
Dying like cursive
I manipulate the common man
Like churches
Get the urge for purging
So killing not a crime
Now they flirt with nurses
Getting healing for the spine
With immersive verses
Putting pictures in your mind
I insert perversions
Got em hidden in the lines
It's the seventh sign
It's the Chupacabra
Comin through surround sound
I'm in your sala
Y'all ain't ready
You should blame your fathers
Should've taught y'all to box
Could've probably prospered