My Personal Space lyrics

[Verse 1: 1XFIGHTER]
Got a five-finger death punch on the left, and I'm'ma hit'chu wit' it
You ain't even violent enough to be a Clarence villain
Like a dealer sellin' some stuff, 'finna be countin' digits
After I release this, my homies gon' be f*ckin' winnin'
If you wanna jump me, you better bring some cables
'Cause yo' battery die quicker than mine, this ain't no f*ckin' fable
f*ck that b*tch-made motherf*cker, he's a hard-ass wit' all of his goons
If his homies weren't prеsent, that kid'd be f*ckin' doomed
This sh*t so icе cold and it ain't even the winter season
All I hit are cervixes, got more f*ckin' b*tches than Negan
Sometimes I get aggressive, but it's never for a sh*tty reason
People love my voice so much, my nickname is Morgan Freeman
I could go really quick, but no need, you'll enjoy this

[Interlude: 1XFIGHTER]
There is a certain way that you can whisper that might make an audience believe your flow's quick
Who the f*ck is this guy? Get him off the song right now!
Get out b*tch, right now!
Okay, okay, I'm sorry, damn!

[Verse 2: 1XFIGHTER]
Everybody chill, sit down and just listen
We got a few new rules based off an elder's decision
No more having bass or hard-as-f*ck songs, and no more bad things said
Man, get the f*ck out of my personal space, God damn old head
How the f*ck you get mad when there's talk 'bout pullin' triggers
When nobody can say sh*t when you call blacks--(censored)
[Outro: 1XFIGHTER]
Cut the f*cking cameras, show's over, next song!
f*ck!