Guess Who’s Back
[Intro]
Hahaha!
[Verse 1]
You never had potential, to damage my credentials
I'll have you running mental when I stab you with a pencil
He thinks he special like he own the instrumental
Couldn’t afford it even if he sold his soul to the devil
Cocksucker, fall back, remain silent
Better stay quiet or get plain blinded
I can surely cause more pain and violence
Like psychosis in an insane asylum
I drop yet another bomb on ya nursery verses
And if you really want it, I can have them beats purchased
Told him I just landed in Canada to murk shit
Got shows to catch, and damage shit for certain
The bastard took the bus to the airport, he nervous
Still don't give a fuck, so he causing disturbance
Neekz grabbed his gat but he shot the wrong person
And that's the last thing you’ve heard from him (Hahaha!)
[Hook]
It's about to be a bloody murder season when we coming for Neekz
Ain't no way you'll ever gone compete
You obsolete with ya bullshit
Guess who's back with the motherfucking full clips
Fuck his record label tryna get away with my beats
When I see you I'm pullin' out that piece
Oh yes indeed, time for you to bleed
3-2-1... Go!
[Verse 2]
I'll have this muthafuckin’ punk on the brink of suicide
Scarred for life, leave his mind brutalized
Started with 400, left him paralyzed
By the end of this tape, he’ll be fully neutralized
Now that's overkill in the first degree
Manslaughter, camcorders came to witness a beast
That’s ripping Lil Neekz, piece by piece
Maybe you should even push back, ya next release
Ya Dreamz gonna be nothing more than just dreams
With that lazy attitude, best to get back to sleep
Start counting sheep, but don't pretend you on a beat
Better recognize you're weak, also know you're obsolete
With 10 times the speed, push you back several weeks
Fuck it, several months and years, because of beef
Be careful what you speak, and say to the beat
Just tell ’em El Bandito is everything you wanna be
[Hook]
It's about to be a bloody murder season when we coming for Neekz
Ain't no way you'll ever gone compete
You obsolete with ya bullshit
Guess who's back with the motherfucking full clips
Fuck his record label tryna get away with my beats
When I see you I'm pullin' out that piece
Oh yes indeed, time for you to bleed
3-2-1... Go!