Holdin the mic is yo homeboy Lat
Teabaggin yo remains after yo head goes splat
On the ground the chunky gibs linger
A result of my happy little trigger finger
You respawn all dazed and confused
Head ringin and yo body is bruised
Cower in yo base as yo world spins around
Ringing in yo ears and you can't hear a sound
Muster your strength and drag your feet across the sand
Holding your rifle with your two left hands
A blurred motion in your peripherals, you become hysterical
your cries are so poetic that they almost sound lyrical
You tremble in the thought that it's all ending
Already making peace with death impending
You look up to me praying to the gods of AC
Hoping for a visit from the angel of mercy
I raise my gun and you flinch in vain
Wanna seal your fate but then I abstain
Take this as a lesson from yours truly
Or you'll wish like hell you never knew me
Your head's a clip short of a loaded rifle
If you challenge me then you're bound to stifle
Choking on your words like a shell in your throat
pumped so full smoke you begin to float
A lack of oxygen confuses your head
You began to stand up but you fainted instead
A dream of me in my cemetery, you're such a visionary
Too bad you had the vision in bed
You hastily deny the The God of AC
I could see it in your eyes that you knew it was me
You don't know your God and it's a travesty
It means you dozed off before you met your majesty
I'm the one and only generation
Your claim of skill is such an abomination
You'll someday understand the truth, but until then
Tuck yourself in and leave the fraggin to the real men
Teabaggin yo remains after yo head goes splat
On the ground the chunky gibs linger
A result of my happy little trigger finger
You respawn all dazed and confused
Head ringin and yo body is bruised
Cower in yo base as yo world spins around
Ringing in yo ears and you can't hear a sound
Muster your strength and drag your feet across the sand
Holding your rifle with your two left hands
A blurred motion in your peripherals, you become hysterical
your cries are so poetic that they almost sound lyrical
You tremble in the thought that it's all ending
Already making peace with death impending
You look up to me praying to the gods of AC
Hoping for a visit from the angel of mercy
I raise my gun and you flinch in vain
Wanna seal your fate but then I abstain
Take this as a lesson from yours truly
Or you'll wish like hell you never knew me
Your head's a clip short of a loaded rifle
If you challenge me then you're bound to stifle
Choking on your words like a shell in your throat
pumped so full smoke you begin to float
A lack of oxygen confuses your head
You began to stand up but you fainted instead
A dream of me in my cemetery, you're such a visionary
Too bad you had the vision in bed
You hastily deny the The God of AC
I could see it in your eyes that you knew it was me
You don't know your God and it's a travesty
It means you dozed off before you met your majesty
I'm the one and only generation
Your claim of skill is such an abomination
You'll someday understand the truth, but until then
Tuck yourself in and leave the fraggin to the real men