Forever Cooking

I been told y'all, none of y'all can fuck with me

It's the offering plate, man

Fuck wrong with you, listen, Ah Look

Forever cooking, there's levels and Gz can't be reached

Buried deep, Y'all Prairie Sheep can't compare to me

Prepared for beef, You ever cross eye you'll be staring at the nose

That's when your face and the barrel meet

A Fiend trying to wrestle and die, sniff keys

At least ya ready, nostril where this tech nozzle gone Swiss cheese

And the clip greased, You not stable on this turf

So switch cleats, Don't put no dirt on that body let that ditch breathe