My lyrics grab rappers by their necks and squeeze 'em
Til they heart burst out they chest, They fucking leaking
Want to fucking mess my words up, Pistol whip and beat em
He wanna battle, Leave em, And laugh ha ha, I'm the reason
M-16 em, Stomp all over his guts in my Timbs
Macks'll snap off they limbs
And ain't none of ya'll fucking with him
The microphone assault rifle, Got ya'll writing my lyrics
A rap music sharp shooter turn your whip like the twins
The scope on my throat spit like I'm out flossing
No, I'm a problem, Fuck it, I'm a monster
And fuck cops cause I do what I want
I drive around drunk with no license plates
Bodies in the trunk, Leaning out the window
Hollering at just about anything, And punks, No homo
Talk slow-mo, I'm loco, And that's for dolo
I'm the body that came out the soul
I'm a universe that came out the globe
I'm phenomenal, Gat by the abdominal
I told my Grandmother when I was ten
The Devil didn't get inside of me, Cause I got into him
So if ya'll niggas wanna fuck around, I'll buck you down
Bust you clowns, This the Psychic World of Walter Reed
He's somewhere in Brooklyn
With a rapper tied up with a saw to his knees
Wearing a bloody tee, I see, If I'm not mistaken
He's wearing an apron, Smeared with blood across his skin
He's carving his face in, In the dark basement
He's laughing, While rapping, Lightning strike
His scream, He says fucking say my name bitch
No he's walking into a spaceship
He looks back, Like he knows I'm watching
He says something solid, Then he aboards the ship
Saying Walter, Walter, Psychic World
