Motherfuck today, bitch, Im waiting on tomorrow
D-19 reppin, where you die or get offed
Lost in the woods, keep a weapon in the car
Or get left near the railroad, the forest is your morgue
Addiction off the Richter, feeling like Im Dave Navarro
Motherfuck today, bitch, Im waiting on tomorrow
Settin off alarms, fire storm without warnin
Tell me tone it down, dont ever hear it, bitch, Im in the moment
Reaper forever sittin right by me
Waitin until its perfect timing
Im in full 360 surveillance, that bitch will never get to me
He know what the consequence is when you steppin to me
Whats the deal, how you feel?
Whats the deal, how you feel?
What?
God damn, hot damn, hotter than a frying pan
Put me on the stove, dont touch me
Im bout to fly and go to Russia
Privet to the rubles Im touchin
Bust it, forever used to nothin, gunnin til the day we aint hungry
Fuck it, cant recite a verse of Marvin Gaye then I dont trust you
Buggin, used to white truck it, rust in my cuts, cant stomach
Someone cue the violence, bleeding from my eyelids
Nosferatu in the dungeon
Super 8 film burn dissipate my features
Cant make out who is it that thats creepin
Fall with the night, turn you to ash without a light
Show you the past, I project out my hands at your eyes
Feel it in your spine, these memories are alive
As for you, I am pleased to say its your time
Whats the deal, how you feel?
Whats the deal, how you feel? 
Whats the deal, how you feel?
Whats the deal, how you feel?