Mantis

I don't really like to brag
But I'm sitting on this cash in a bag
With a rag and a mag and a tag
On your face, boy, you finna catch a case
If you man enough to chase
I'ma stab you in the motherfucking face

With a nail, and I'm slamming on your tail
Boy, you slower than a snail, boy, you looking kinda pale
Like a ghost, I'ma post up
Beefy better roast up
Pussy think he know stuff
Better keep your nose tough

Fists swingin' up, say what's up
Boy, you lookin' like a punk
Take a bump, you a chump, little punk
You a shit
You a pussy little bitch
You a snitch
Take him back with a switch
Make a laugh like a witch

I was born in the mud, in a flood
Baby covered up in blood
Put a rug up in a shed
Think the water's turned to crud
You got maggots in your grub
Pussy better with a club
I gave devil a little shrug
Give my knife a little rub

I don't really like to brag
But I'm sitting on this cash in a bag
With a rag and a mag and a tag
On your face, boy, you finna catch a case
If you man enough to chase
I'ma stab you in the motherfucking face

With a nail, and I'm slamming on your tail
Boy, you slower than a snail, boy, you looking kinda pale
Like a ghost, I'ma post up
Beefy better roast up
Pussy think he know stuff
Better keep your nose tough

Fuck twelve, they don't get no sympathy
Bigotry, where's your fucking diginity?
Pigs (?) in for me
Got no legibility
Thinking that you're killing me
Clarity, rarity, bitches say they charity
No, and I won't give a fuck, keep that .45 tucked
And my score's five up 'cause your short, time's up
Twenty-five 'round shot in your empathy
Keep on talking shit, bitch, sing me your symphony