Evil half of the Bad Meets

Evil, that means take a back seat

Take it back to Fat Petes with a maxi, single

Look at my rap sheets, what attracts these people

Is my gangster, bitch, like Apache with a catchy jingle

I stack these chips, you barely got a half-eaten Cheeto

Fill 'em with the venom, and eliminate 'em

Other words, I Minute Maid 'em

I don't want to hurt 'em, but I did 'em in a fit of rage

I'm murderin' again, nobody will evade him

I'm finna kill 'em and dump all the fuckin' bodies in a lake

Obliteratin' everything, incineratin' and renegade 'em

And I make anybody who want it with the pen afraid

But don't nobody want it but they're gonna get it anyway

'Cause I'm beginnin' to feel like I'm mentally ill

I'm Atilla, kill or be killed, I'm a killer, be the vanilla gorilla

You're bringin' the killer within me, out of me

You don't want to be the enemy of the demon

Who went in me, and be on the recieving of me, what stupidity, it'd be

Every bit of me is the epitome of a spitter

When I'm in the vicinity, motherfucker, you better duck

Or you finna be dead the minute you run into me

A hundred percent of you is a fifth of a percent of me

I'm 'bout to fuckin' finish you bitch, I'm unfadable

You wanna battle, I'm available, I'm blowin' up like an inflatable

I'm undebatable, I'm unavoidable, I'm unevadable

I'm on the toilet bowl

I got a trailer full of money and I'm paid in full

I'm not afraid to pull the

Man stop

Look what I'm plannin'

(Haha)