RIOT Pt 3 (Freestyle) lyrics

Claiming that you hard but only psycho is menstrual
b*tch I feel like John Wick the way I murder with a pencil
I don't give a f*ck up on a instrumental
Not coincidental
I ain't stopping till I'm monumental
Take a look at your mental
I aim up at yo temple
When that [?] I leave yo body level
My flow hotter than the Devil
Better go grab a shovel
Cause you bout to dig your own grave if you go against Jek
Tell me who the f*ck is up next
I ain't got no time b*tch I been so stressed

I'm unimpressed by these rappers claiming
They got talent but I'm coming after thеm all
I'm bout to go cause a massacre
Jek is not no amatеur
Murder y'all [?]
Just kidding me and my paper like a calendar
Whenever I be rapping bruh you know that I'm after yuh

Look
b*tch I'm a great cook
Inside of the kitchen
b*tch I cook it like I'm Gordon Ramsey
I know that you can't stand me
Running like a stampede
b*tch my flow is sicker than cancer up in yo pancreas
Best believe it
I bless it
For real
When it comes to this
You know Jek got the skill
Any instrumental I hop on get killed
I don't give a f*ck b*tch I'm on grind