RJ Payne - Wes Craven's Leatherface lyrics

Cheah, ain’t no touching shit that I wrote
No disrespect to B. Dot, nigga, fuck your list, I’m a GOAT
The game has been corrupted, trust that I’m with the smoke
Truly, I’m Rudy Ray Moore, shit, I’ll punch a bitch in the throat, Payne
The walking dead, get you all a bed in a ‘spital
If Moses parted the sea, bitch, I’ll part your head in the middle, nigga
I’m talking bread, this carbon lead, it'll hit you
I go nuts, George Washington Carver said it’s official, yeah
I’m working mine like I’m serving dimes in a bag
Corona over, so what, it’s the perfect time for the mask
I’m turning rhymes into cash, ever sincе my 33rd
Been close to them dirty birds, I feel like Mama McNabb, yеah
Marine shit, big choppers could lean shit
Baldheads popping right through your shirt, that’s Queenzflip
Bitch please, I’ll split your chickpeas, that’s bean dip
Fifth squeeze, look like a striptease, your jeans rip, yeah
I get it cracking, I’m dragging it out the gutter
Nigga, I ain’t even rapping, I’m practicing how to hover
Full metal jacket, I’ll slap the shit out your mother
Then have a toast to your death, the glasses is out the cupboard, nigga
Every rap is brutal, battle guru
Slap a poodle, these bullets leave the barrel and travel through you
This like a Pitbull vers' a labradoodle
Magic voodoo, abracadabra, I’ll show this ladder to you
Wicked as Satan, sickest shit in this nation
Melt this track into liquid, word to Nicholas Craven
A prodigy, bitch, I’m infamous, this is infinite greatness
Picture me falling off, that’s a ridiculous statement, bitch
I’m trapping to hit the treetop
OG get it cracking, it’s Bob Backlund and Reeboks
Shit, I’m accurate with the G-lock
You know me, I just keep rapping until the beat stops