(Verse 1)
I solidify lyricism, lyrically beat em' over the head with a crow bar/
and so far, I'm so far ahead of them, they cannot catch me, too busy running in circles, the mind state of a track star/
talk smack, fuck smacking them in the face, I can put em' down in their place and I could use my words alone/
you must not have a life at all front like you got some big balls but all you do is chill at your home/
loser, I'm sure your mommas very proud of you, poppa disapproves of you, nothing but a let down/
this bitch, got a lot of bark but no bite, probably snitch in a fight, just so he could stay out the pound/
my style separates limb from limb and shatters your bones to make sure you'll never be found/
cause when your gone, your gone, there's no coming back, your wack, so best watch your mouth when I come around/

(Hook)
I'm an animal, I cant be contained/
nor can I explain all the thoughts in my brain/
I'm an animal, the feelings so strange/
how can they compete when I'm unleashed in the game/
I'm an animal, people try to tame/
crush competition that drives in my lane/
I'm an animal, try to maintain/
but when I hold back, it only brings more pain/

(Verse 2)
If you don't like my music, you can get the fuck out, strung out but haven't brung out my best material/
pussy thinks he can act like a dick but better think quick, I turn cowardly dogs into Muriel/
a damsel in distress, you fit rocking a dress, that's why I put you on the street to flip a trick to get some chump change/
suck dick, at least your pretty good at something but still try fronting though your salads been rearranged/
talk shit like you got the heart to back it up but back it up, you cant take back all the words you said/
I put this bitch through torture like the Wu skit, wig split, homies gonna wish that I found him dead/
sons crazy, I think he's been skipping on his med's, pill popping, popping off with me, man you lost your mind/
take two of these and call me in the morning cause this record was a warning so his body parts are hard to find/

(Hook)

(Verse 3)
sick savage, the kid is clearly off his rocker, one shots all I need to put you down clown/
homie don't play that, people in a amaze that I can spit game that'll clearly rock the whole town/
send shivers up your spine plus goosebumps, send chumps to surgery, needed in the ER/
beat it when I'm done like, no more wasting time, I got plenty things to do, see my tally so far is/
check one, check two bitches from my hit list, neck slit, rest is coming toward your section/
I must not have made myself clear, instill fear cause I stay in the cut like infections/
take cover and batten down the hatches, bout to drop bombs on your lawn, better duck/
all you see is a bright light, then its goodnight, no next time cause your whole crew is dust/

(Hook)