Mook is you ready baby Total Slaughter y'all ready
King of harlem, motherfuckers, I don't entertain opinions
There will be no more victory saving victims
Wish him well, judges
And all the pain and mission that came to aid the missing
I don't lose to these lost niggas attempting
Only thing you gonna take is attendance
You just an intermission, I'm on a mission
It makes a difference, it was written
2010 that 'Watch Me Work' video, I gave you the premonition
But this what sipping get you for gifting
Forgot you was scheduled for demolition
Addictions is no good for niggas when in the trenches
How you wake up an intervention, laying in intensive
Current position I'm beating you on the numbers
Math did it, now Eminem is, he in addition
He gave you a word problem you can't solve
How your mind is going to multiply with this add out for your division, get the vision 2
But this ain't the first time
You getting your head split in collisions
Damn homie, on those Smack DVD's you was the man homie
What the fuck happened to Mook
Y'all saw him in there with Iron
Your opponent was white and the punches was hardly striking
The other thing enticing
It felt like I was watching the last performance from Iron…
Mike in the ring or Mook good to retire
Your story book ending looked better at the pilot
Flying higher in a sun lilt sky, I thought you warmed up nigga
Just knew you couldn't beat a phone book in a dryer
Yup yup, I got new hair cut and I'm acting up
Aye, but look at you though… now look at Lux
Yeah, and all my niggas look rich as fuck
I'm 2 Chainz, you can hold the antics, show theatrics
Danger I detect, no trench coats with the badges
I had to protect my neck
Let the confused inspect the deck looking for gadgets
I'm jacked in, I'm like an old soul fashion from back when
I bought eighties babies from money making Manhattan
What happened Fly rugged niggas, Aladdin2
You thinking capped, missed the whole hat trick
Disappeared younging in his wonder years
Money bunny ears pull out on you
It's fucking magic, like Coco you never had it
This just might fuck a friendship up
To put something up in the cabinets
Oh, we just rapping Lux, they want another classic
Bullshit, nigga, they want another casket
I see you like to play games
But you ain't never seen it this graphic
I'm at you, get down with a grave digger
I beef with as far back as when BET tape Tyga
In that same picture known niggastook a whole coat off you
Not a drop of paint thinner
Ain't this a… not even a picture hang with ya
Why incomplete make compete no audible wanna eat
I'd rather rap like a preacher than act like a priest
What's with the ass grabbing
You boys lost me, you Mr Cheeks

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