Code 9
Verse 1 - [The Bay Bomber]
I'm sick and synteny, my drugs are synthetic
My habit genetic, I'm higher than Heaven
I'm rolling them 7's, don't trust no 11's
I'm winning I'm ready you bitch-niggas scary
I'm unordinary, come and get buried
You not on my level, my travel bag heavy
If it unzip, shit gon' get ready
223 Fire, bitch I'm more ready
Fuck it, I'm bustin, got mothers' discussing
You better not discuss it, I'm touchin' then fuckin'
I'm fallin' they lovin I'm humpin' on budget
By cooking and cuckin', my main bitch sluttin' still pushing my buttons
Whoop that bitch like I'm Mike Wood's cousin
When I get high, slaps come by the dozen
I'm fizzin', you fuzzin' like Eazy I does it, your bitch gon' love it

Verse 2 - [Arakari]
The hacker, The cypher, the Master of Vipers
A master at Snipin', I'm crackin' the dice and I'm
Detaching your eyelids, I'm violent like ISIS
So colder than ice is, your fibers I digest
I'm faster than Porsches, arrive on your porch kid
Then hack you to pieces, I'm sick like diseases
The Lord of all rappers, stay silent like Casper
I catch you like grabbers then blast you with magnums
My habit psychotic, I'm fairly robotic
Ya'll Amish and novice, I'll eat you with chopsticks
11 new holsters, 3 guns I'mma smoke ya'
You softer than sofas, I'll rip off your shoulder
Lifting up boulders, I'm climbing some rovers
I am the Blind-Folder, shoutout to O-Solo
The Bomber is back, with good ol' Goremask
I'll hack you to fractions then snap up your back, Braap