25 REDBULLS

No I don't like you
When I trifle
Getting sick with the flows, finna go viral
Better check your vitals
When my instincts go primal
Finna go apeshit, better be mindful
They sick with my blatant pyro
Face it, face off
Tech N9ne, lie low
Insured I take off, with the flow, Geico
Have a little faith in me, Fido
Cujo, who knows when I go psycho
Headfirst, when I blow the horn, rhino
Bobbing everywhere, when my different side show

And I know I get a little irate
Not a social guy, gotta get MySpace
When the fight gets heated, bitch gone migrate
They don't like what we do in the shadows, so why throw shade
Not the flow that I came

With

So stop playing make believe
I don't give a fuck what you say to me
For you finna turn out fatally
Shooting cold shells, oh well mr freeze
Robin motherfuckers when I'm taking victories
Got perks, plus stamina, maxing out abilities
And I know that I'm lyrically
A mystery
Don't nobody know how gifted he
Truly gets when packing artillery
Gun smoke, when bitches get jittery
Wiggle the trigger, playing hot potato, injury

So man down when he gamble
Trying to burn both ends of the candle
Late nights in the booth, sleep gets canceled
Snapping so much, can't seem to find tranquil
In the thought of dishing you alphabet soup Campbell
And I know that shit didn't make sense, but can you
Carefully compromise competent credentials
Destroy dangerous deviants detrimental
Ending exterior emotions, experimental
Fire flows, fighting foes, fundamental