Fuckin Cobra... Really?? Ya went an did it again?
Begged an begged, Bludie, please let me back in
I gave ya one more chance an that was the last
Yer career with Gas Mask is now a thing of the past
Wack ass audio, couldnt ride a beat even if you were strapped in
An if you ever did a show,in the crowd, only yer mama was clappin
Im laughin at all yer new shit, corny raps
Postin audios all screechy like some horny cats
Ima freestyle this murder for yer ass one bar at a time
I could recite yer whole eulogy an never have to rhyme
An itd still be more fire than anything you ever dropped
An if it was my cd in yer hands Youd be like DAMN that shits hot
I dont really know why I kept lettin you come back to the nation
You never wore a mask kid, you were definitely always fakin
Bludie check this an Bludie check that
Shit, I get sick of reradin the same damn raps
Never again will you ever write with The best crew on the site
Bring yer outlawz kid, bitches aint even gonna be a fight
Its gonna be goodnight for you an all yer bitch friends
Cuz Im here now an Im sayin that all this shit ends
Yer collabs with the gas mask, fuck, dont even say wassup
Cuz as far as Im concerned Cobra, You can go an get fucked
Shovin big words together an you dont even know the definition
But me cobra I saw it coming, even had a premonition
Figured you were bitch made an would never stay loyal
Yer never gonna go anywhere, always stay crude like oil
I fester an boil an get under yer skin til yer infected
Yer rejected regardless, an with outlaws yer unprotected
Selected you to start with but yer crews not neglected
Look in the mirror an stare cuz youll see a bitch reflected
So go ahead an reply, we all know yer such a wiseguy
But why try to die cuz anything ya says always a lie
Youll be retreatin out the backdoor after yer attempt to even up the score
Youve been beaten by me me before an now Im just here feastin on the gore