[Intro]
[Chaos Network]

[Verse]
I'll slap a dumb bitch like Bulma
My dick put a bitch in a coma
I got black blood like Crona
I'll suck a bitch titty for the soma
If she fall in love, I don't want her
Work is allI do, I'm a loner
I heard you talking shit, nigga, own up
Ima child, shoot a nigga like I'm Jonah
Madoka with the bow and arrow
I'll shoot it right into your marrow
A witch is light, I bring you terror
You show me rare, I show you rarer
Say a prayer when you aim at me
I talked to God, he said he saving me
The after life is where I'm trained to be
I graduated like it's Angel Beats
It's light work when me and Light work
The plan is certain, ain't no "might work"
I took notes on how life work
You gain advantage when you strike first
Black Star with Tsubaki out
Niggas asking what I'm cocky 'bout
I'm cold as hell I'm like a hockey house
I'll leave a nigga with a Rocky mouth
I lock on target when I pass by
I lead my people like a Magi
Hotel Moscow wait on standby
We do a hit like we the bad guys
He fight his final in Dissidia
I spin-off on em Prisma Illya
I cast a Fate that's hella sinister
I'm more corrupted than a minister
Death the Kid with the guns
Rob a nigga for his funds
You run up on me then you done
Your body's rotting in the sun
My weapons ready for a rumble
Jormungand from out a tunnel
I try my best to keep it humble
But fighting me will get you pummeled
I'm killing rappers for living
I joined the race and now I'm winning
Initial D, I'm super driven
I'm driving straight into the vision
I'm cooking bars and now they sizzling
I'm with devil in the kitchen
Dominating competition
It's the gift that God has given
I'm the one to really do this ho
I play my cards like it's Yugioh
My transformation has a golden glow
And my glare will leave a nigga frozen bro
I'm standing up to these wave of rappers
Who be getting famous, then clowning after
Put these rappers in a casket
Oh? Your catalogue? Trash it
Nigga I'm coming through ima reap your soul
Then substitute, like I'm Ichigo
Take a sword out, cut you in your throat
I do more hits then the fucking pope
Son Goku, with the fucking pole
Extending it, into a nigga nose
I'm sweet but these bitches fucking hoes
I'll turn Kurama, without the fucking rose