When I state the predicate I mean you better get Up off your ass and out this town Go show some etiquette Medicine up my cabinet I keep it separate From priying eyes I am not crazy But I'm killin for the hell of it With the one inch punch I'll give the ravens their lunch With the guts of foes who did bluffs But could keep their mounth shut For a goddamn second so I hit with the blunt Blunt force to a grunt make a punk growth stunt Growth stunt, stunt, stunt Stuntin on a bitch With my weapons fo' the hunt Coulder than a lich when I make a soul jump From their fuking body with the shotty when I pump I'll make ya Growth stunt, stunt, stunt Stuntin on a bitch With my weapons fo' the hunt Coulder than a lich when I make a soul jump From their fuking body with the shotty when I pump I'll make ya growth stunt I'm taking my time when I'm doing my thang I do not need to rush anything in the rain I'm not gonna slip and fall to the grave Seneca taugth me how to keep sane From all the mess And chaos with the stress But I am decapitating every test In the form of a Swarm of my enemies it's given me the drive To go on while ya mourn in ya dorm where y hide You can run, you can sprint But know that I will catch ya fall With a weapon in my hand Take a face a then I maul