For Reil Video (MV)

You aint coming in shit
Causing your concussion
I call it your coffin
Cuz you're coughing
And you're skin is getting colder
Than an icy custard from queen's

I come in like a kite
Givin ya paper cuts
Covered in spit
Throwing a fit
Like a babbling bitch
And the thing is
When you're running your mouth
I hope you go and trip
See you next fall
I'd pick you up
But that's not really my call
Not really my fault
You're not being what you wanna be called
Sound like you're inside of a stall
I don't want you to stall
Wanna see you on your knees
Watching you crawl
Watching you bawl in front of me
Ha
Keep calling yourself the realest of them all
You're as fake as cinderella at the ball
Stumbling over your feet
Trying to step to me
Taking a slipper to match up the stolen beats
Hope you're feelin defeat

Contracting a careless kind of cancer
Possessing the track like I'm a phantom
Going faster than you could ever fathom
Don't talk to me about haters man I had 'em
At least when i hear em hate
I can understand 'em

You can hear the syllables
When i get illical
Multi lyrical
I'm beginning to think you aint feeling it buddy
I see you're making some money
But you're not making sense
How you gonna tell everybody
You're the best
You don't even know
What's gonna happen next
I can see the future
I can see that its set

I can see that its my mission
To be dissin you Into submission
Making you go missin
Any of the shots you're thinking of picking
I know that you're gonna be missin
Holy shit im laughing, Im pissin

Asking where the lyrics went
Im asking the same thing
Cuz your music's always
Cryin About the same fling
Talking about a chick
Who wouldn't wanna stay
With a wannabe king
With a chain made a plastic
Bitch you aint got any bread
Boy you fast it
Stupid bastard
Take the beat and i snap it
You take it just to tap it
Or At least you hope
You think you're so dope
And that you're the goat

Lemme spell it out for you
You slowpoke
Getting
On
Anyones
Track
And going ahead to gloat
Lets take it back a couple months ago
You can take the concert money tho
To fix your broken ass arm
From jerking yourself way to f*ckin hard

You think you're all that cuz you dropped a f*cking album
You should keep reaching for plays
Cuz i know you'll never catch em
Steady as a statue
Imma break your f*cking stature
Cuz i think it's time to cap ya
Must be really tough

Man i cant believe you're Dumb enough
To get tatted up
What the f*ck?
You thinking its gonna last?
Lemme give you a news flash
Tomis reil? Who the hell is that?
Im being serious that's what people ask

That's the problem
There's no punch in your lines
There's more spit in your tracks than rhymes
Can't tell if you actually try or getting ready to die
It's not a surprise
You can't even design
A simple song that supersedes
Stupid jokes and summons
A superfluous speculation of
Super sonic speeds
Take this as a note that you might need:
When you talk about the haters, make sure you
Consider what everyone sees
A fake ass flexing wannabe
Who needs to take a seat
Before you take 2 knees

Don't get me wrong
Nothing bad with the motivation
But the fixation on flexing and
Damnation of a hating population
Is a different situation
Anything you got you should save it
Then you should Pop a couple CN
On cnn
I'll see ya then
With infinite bubbles
Coming from ya head
By the way
Cn is cyanide