Dying Breed Lyrics

We the only real ones left, we a dying breed, Coming for respect, no denying me

You thinking you the best?, come try and see, You probably out of your mind, yeah, you gotta be

I've come back like a resurrection, it's a curse and a blessing

Reppin' our section, no protection from demonic possession

Chronic aggression has me stressing, mental oppression No question

Can't be corrected, might take some antifreeze and ingest it

Lethal injection, might be where I'm heading seeking perfection

I speak it's offensive, spread death like a legend, each sentence

Cheap on expenses, said I'm a creep and I meant it

In need of sleep, keep seeking vengeance Time for the ending

Bring it back to the beginning we're sinning, but still winning

Keep grinning as I spit vicious shit that I've written

Stiff dick to bitches I'm sticking, spitting jizz on the clitoris

It's ridiculous, my prediction is she will sip it

Should I be committed, I might take your advice

I'm inside of your mind, bust up an eye like I'm Kimbo Slice

Slugs bust your spine, better pray for your life

Scalp eaten by nines, like the eggs in some lice

We the only real ones left, we a dying breed Coming for respect, no denying me

You thinking you the best?, come try and see. You probably out of your mind, yeah you gotta be

I've been under stress, it ain't money, take another guess

Couldn't take me out the game, even with a couple techs

Quarter pound, nothing less, sent another text

Now my phone won't stop ringing like the Wonder Pets

I ain't fighting Goldberg, but I'm fucking next

Big chain, Iceberg on my fucking neck. Only real ones left

Gotta get respect. Black shades and a vest, Dr. Disrespect

Maybe Satan himself, I ain't waiting for help. Who's the champ, cause I'm taking the belt

Taking your bitch, when she see the length of my dick, I won a three legged race by myself

Got the first place trophy that I placed on my shelf

Took your bitch in your belt, now you better off wasting yourself

You can jump out a plane, lay in front of a train

Put a gun to your brain, I just hope you suffer in pain

We the only real ones left, we a dying breed Coming for respect, no denying me

You thinking you the best?, come try and see. You probably out of your mind, yeah you gotta be