Yung Fiend

nine in my waist to displace the arrangement of ya face./
saved by the grace of god in thiz place that i dont pull out and erase./
save the burn lyk liquor wit a chase for the fakez./
cuz when i pull thiz gauge, thiz fire inside becomez enraged./
blaze my hay and the yay stayz wit me to stay awake./
say my brainz baked and itz to late to change my fate./
summoned from hellz gate to engage in sadistic wayz./
down you lyk the eighth, grab da scale and change da weight./
heart rate plummetz az i reach the base of the summit./
feelin sick to my stomach bc ima fiend and i want it./
when da tool iz drawn, it sprayz vibrationz out ya speakerz./
goonz lined up in formation, and they all strapped wit heaterz./
thatz a lethal combination, ninez wit heat seekerz./
and anticipation iz alwayz on the mind, when you labled az a tweeker./
total annihilation, color blind wit no discrimination./
i run my own organization that specialize in termination./
ill pull out da choppa and spray, wit no fuckin hesitation./

Yung Fiend

dont sleep on it .