CYBER STRIKE
Ay that bass hittin' harder than a bitch
When she catch you with your dick inside another bitch
Big machete split your face open, he croakin' quick
I left the youngin motionless
His skull nothin' but broken bits
I keep a burner on my waist, I named it spitfire
Kickflip a youngin, I'm bussin' tricks until my wrist tired
Boy this some big iron
Space where I live, I can't get higher
Adderall, cocaine and K in my brain got my shit wired
I suggest you artists brace for total dismay
Stay the mothafuck away, this youngin insane
More consistent than the rain at Memphis in May
You gon' be experiencing some pain if you get in his way
Got more power than Bane
Raven slayin' rappers like it's my mothafuckin job
I ain't never seen none of my opps
They love to duck and dodge
Smart decision if you ask me cause' if I ever happen to catch em, no Ash
Bet I'm blasting
And everyone gon' get to runnin' like a track meet
Fuck em up, fuck em up
Boy I'm runnin' up, runnin' up
With a big ass sword, finna cut ya
My youngin buckin' ya for ya stuff
You gon' get goosed, you a duck bruh
If he ain't shuttin' up then done
Get the fuck from around me
You ain't gettin' no money with me doin' all that clowning
Raven, The Incinerator
Set the place a blaze with the pen and paper
Never in the mix, he dwells up in the vapor
Showed her my soul collection and then I ate her
Youngins ain't fuckin' with me, that's evident
Don't drop anything else until you come up with some better shit
For breakfast, I eat hella shit
Including rappers, beats, pussy
And I might just have some eggs with it
The game I'm wreckin' it
I'm stompin' shit out like I was a elephant
But do it elegantly, kill a youngin in my freshest fit
What good is a issue if you ain't gon' bother pressin' it
He puffin' out his chest
This youngin don't know who he messin' with