Wes Craven’s Leatherface lyrics

[Verse]
Cheah, ain’t no touching sh*t that I wrote
No disrespect to B. Dot, n*gga, f*ck your list, I’m a GOAT
The game has been corrupted, trust that I’m with the smoke
Truly, I’m Rudy Ray Moore, sh*t, I’ll punch a b*tch in the throat, Payne
The walking dead, get you all a bed in a ‘spital
If Moses parted the sea, b*tch, I’ll part your head in the middle, n*gga
I’m talking bread, this carbon lead, it'll hit you
I go nuts, George Washington Carver said it’s official, yeah
I’m working mine like I’m serving dimes in a bag
Corona over, so what, it’s the perfect time for the mask
I’m turning rhymes into cash, ever sincе my 33rd
Been close to them dirty birds, I feel like Mama McNabb, yеah
Marine sh*t, big choppers could lean sh*t
Baldheads popping right through your shirt, that’s Queenzflip
b*tch please, I’ll split your chickpeas, that’s bean dip
Fifth squeeze, look like a striptease, your jeans rip, yeah
I get it cracking, I’m dragging it out the gutter
n*gga, I ain’t even rapping, I’m practicing how to hover
Full metal jacket, I’ll slap the sh*t out your mother
Then have a toast to your death, the glasses is out the cupboard, n*gga
Every rap is brutal, battle guru
Slap a poodle, these bullets leave the barrel and travel through you
This like a Pitbull vers' a labradoodle
Magic voodoo, abracadabra, I’ll show this ladder to you
Wicked as Satan, sickest sh*t in this nation
Melt this track into liquid, word to Nicholas Craven
A prodigy, b*tch, I’m infamous, this is infinite greatness
Picture me falling off, that’s a ridiculous statement, b*tch
I’m trapping to hit the treetop
OG get it cracking, it’s Bob Backlund and Reeboks
sh*t, I’m accurate with the G-lock
You know me, I just keep rapping until the beat stops