Skillet
[Intro: RC]
Sup West Egg niggas?
Man these bum ass niggas tryna take over the rap game man
Fuck y'all niggas
We got Tampa on our back and shit, y'all niggas weak, y'all niggas sweet man
The fuck y'all wanna do man?
West Egg Illuminati, y'all dirty ass niggas man
Fuck is wrong with y'all man?
It's the Bay ho
My nigga Benny, Gatsby, James Diotic

[Verse 1: James Diotic]
Yeah runnin' it like Jesse Owens, tryna get that messy flow in
Fix it up then mix it up, yeah I know I really go in
Yeah where you goin', steal my raps, this is golden, this is crack
The size of life, deal with that, deal some crack if you need
This is real what I breathe, nothing hazy this ain't weed
Yeah, so cut the grass and paint the weeds
You wanna fade, you'll fade to black
Holyfield, Evander rap
Hold your ears before I snack
So hold me back
Lacerations on my back
From centuries of pain and lack
Lack of food, lack of math
Lack of learning, lack of path
Tell me where we're equal at
Call me stupid watch your back
I'm just a little psychopath
I ain't gon' lose my cool
12 to life, that ain't cool
Grandma told me stay in school
Uh,and go to college change the stance
And stand up for what I want that's what I chose to do
[Hook: West Egg]
Put that shit in a skillet
And watch it burn
And watch it burn
And watch it burn
X4

It's the Bay ho

[Verse 2: BennyFly]
It's the reutn of the psycho bringing' the thrill like Michael
A disciple, spittin' verses like I'm spiteful
Towards the industry but I rather focus my energy
On my similes I'm tryna make it to the major leagues
And keep it movie' like a centipede, fuck my enemies
Those faggots could never diminish me
I'm going on a killing spree til' those fuckers rest in peace
Leaving' drums and kicks deceased when I murder beats
Nigga I'm a beast
Yeah, and it's exactly what you think
Mastermind ideas while I'm sipping on a drink
Takin' over shit, faster than you blink
Flowin' so smooth like water down a sink
You can catch me writin' in my pad, in the dungeon
Or just chillin' with the villains gettin' in to something
You can catch me writin' in my pad, in the dungeon
Or just chillin' with the villains gettin' in to something
[Hook]

[Verse 3: Gatsby]
Can it all be so simple?
I found happiness in blond bitch's dimples
Til' they never call back so fuck em'
They say I'm an asshole, bitch it takes one to know one
Sleek, me being weak is like Hell havin' a cold one
Leave stupid sluts sighing, might let you console one
Slow pokin' while she chokin', always lose control dun
Leggo like bear traps, I snap like fingers and thumbs
At poetry jams, you damned if you think I'm gettin' done
Roast niggas for fun, cocaine til' my veins blue
It's not a damn game, or a fucking Hurricane shoe
310, ballin'! like I'm on my way to Yuma
Run it on hoes like Puma, but I'm never calling
I can jock my on nuts, jump on my own bandwagon
And burn it down then throw fifties at strippers that like tittie slapping
Crush a four leaf clover, and tell these niggas press they luck
Tell them stupid upfucks that they can shut the fuck up
Skillet