I've been drinking that fire water
Now, I am hotter than miles of lava in hell
I will slaughter your style, your honor, your wealth
Grinding your daughter like Sawzalll with belts

(put him up, put him up, put him up, put him up)
Its Deadbeat
(put him up, put him up, put him up, put him up)
Who's ready
Come get me
Yes, we
set free
all those poor souls

Self destructive
and no I don't mean to be
A rose can still grow in concrete scenery
Its what I keep in mind
Thoughts eating me
Don't stop now
or they'll see you leave
I make this music shit look simpler than EZ-cheese
Our worlds are different, mine's a bit like yours on PCP
We bring a fleet
of peeps
at three in the morning
read the score
Four up we running the board
Full court
Stacked Jury
Rappers run out the door in a mad hurry
Rats scurry
Cats buried
I'd say you're alright
but I heard your mixtape bites like your back's furry
"Have mercy"
Got em cryin
"Plus my dad's worried"
I don't give a fuck
I'm out here with my pad learning
watching, taking notes
study hall for making ghosts
eyeballs come out easy once I break the nose

(put him up, put him up, put him up, put him up)
Its Deadbeat
(put him up, put him up, put him up, put him up)
Who's ready
Come get me
Yes, we
set free
all those poor souls

I'm making hearts drop like a cop in the rearview
Killing it, they telling me that I should tat a tear too
I am pure proof
Rap ain't near through
Add a little ambience
I'm a chandlier dude
Give me the mic and I'ma light the sky up
Try to fight it
but the sight could blind the brightest of your nine disciples
The price is right
and like it or not I'm gonna win it
I'm big Bob Barker on the big wheel
spin it
bitches
Yeah we both rap but I'll show you all the difference
I'm the thundercats you're a box full of kittens
I chop up the track while you chop in the kitchen
I'm top of the charts, you top of the shitlist
My rock is an art, your rock is addiction
And I ain't saying that you like the dicks around
but its the only way that something hard comes out your mouth

(put him up, put him up, put him up, put him up)
Its Deadbeat
(put him up, put him up, put him up, put him up)
Who's ready
Come get me
Yes, we
set free
all those poor souls
(put him up, put him up, put him up, put him up)
Who's ready
(put him up, put him up, put him up, put him up)
Who's ready
Come get me
Yes, we
set free
all those poor souls