Hell's Carol

Bitch I am on ten, this ain't no
 Game, I'm not your fan
 You should know, Hop's back in here
 Stay packin' heat, you runnin' shit, not actually
 These niggas can't pull off
 What I do up in this booth
 I am too rude when I intrude on you, don't
 Act like you never knew homie, I
 Spent most of my life tryna get
 Here, do not get near, you gon' feel
 Fear in its worst form
 When I'm destroying you, I'm warning you
 Murder!
 Straight out the insane asylum
 What the fuck am I? Just think about it, can't define it
 Say goodbye to any nigga you was vibin' with
 I fucking hate the climate
 I've been on your trail like an invasive pirate, make you rise
 Ya'll can never slay Goliath
 I've been taking rappers and creating diets
 Now they on the 'Gram tryna' make it private
 Hoping I don't put them in a bad position
 They've been prayin' I don't ever catch 'em slippin' (Haha!)
 You could build a buzz rappin' stick shit
 But you better not come around me I can differ (Bitch!)
 I've been lost on the path of sinnin'
 I just hope the Lord's gonna have forgiveness (Sorry)
 Keep your mind out my bag of business
 Else me and you gon' have a bad collision (Oh no!)
 Ain't giving a fuck
 Adrenaline rush (Low-pro!)
 When hitting 'em up
 You niggas are lunch (For sure!)
 A cynical nut, I'm finna get buck (Hoes know!)
 They feelin' in live, my menacing touch
 I have 'em flyin' overseas, cryin' over me
 I am openly a cunt to 'em
 See if I enroll the D I am gon'
 Unleash a giant load of cream on to 'em
 Look, I ain't a typical nigga you dealin' with
 This shit is finna get rowdy, I swear to God it is a must (Yeah, yeah)
 I've been a militant minor degenerate ever since I was a
 Little kid playing and kicking the mud (Yeah, yeah)
 I'm a phenomenon no telling who I'ma bomb when I hop on a song
 I'ma lose it, it's written in blood (Yeah, yeah)
 Honestly I done got everything I ever wanted
 But is it enough? (Is it enough?)
 You're mad 'cause your fans ain't as loyal
 Dropping classics again
 Wrecking on you, damn it, man
 Get the body bag there is too much
 Madness at hand weightin' on you
 K.O.-in' niggas with the blow
 Suck my dick under the mistletoe
 Don't forget the balls, lick 'em both
 This js Sicko Mode level, Travis isn't getting on because
 Bitch I am on ten, this ain't no
 Game, I'm not your fan
 You should know, Hop's back in here
 Stay packin' heat, you runnin' shit, not actually
 These niggas can't pull off
 What I do up in this booth
 I am too rude when I intrude on you, don't
 Act like you never knew homie, I
 Spent most of my life tryna get
 Here, do not get near, you gon' feel
 Fear in its worst form
 When I'm destroying you, I'm warning you