I punch a beat walker in his face My name is Royal Flush a extra gun is on my waist Both arms look like a nigga caught a case I can't go for that like I'm Hall and Oates Anoint defication Shut the fuck up nigga, the point exclamation Hatin', loud mouth rappin Found out yappin' Pow the pound out clappin' Slap on any man Spittin' grams Verbal minivan Sipping Henny, murder Minnie on your Instagram Bodyslam rap, aiming for your clap twista Razor blade rap slice you in your back, rippa You rap niggas, I clap niggas I see you with your momma, still slap niggas You're all bitches, you're fake fucks Talk shit to Flush and get fucked up My gun's tucked Back rippa, the black nigga Orange box cutter ock suckers and whack niggas Rap liver, open hand slap, saliva Out your face, embrace the eight, no survivor P Watch rhythm Socialize I'm a monster hitman This a hit I'm putting AIDs inside the solar system Solar wish, rocking polo so emotionaless Hold the fifth Quasimoto this is ogre shit Shit, I'm in this music, I mastered this Walk like I'm Aerosmith In the corner I'm holding grip This what we gotta get When it's rich it's all rich I'll be with your bitch and send her back quick Better than most The most high, the veteran dope Elegant never delicate poet Black president, shit I never did vote Black devil, clap metal, remember to smoke P Black Metallica Metal malice massacre Masochistic Half sadistic, sick algebra Gun is high caliber Calculating sex trips to Cali Illa fatality Saudi Arabia Wish death on your first born First 48 toss the eight on the Autobahn Order Sean, but Sean give orders Kick your bitch down the steps and I guess I abort her Second born Take a second than your skin is torn I ain't I ain't giving niggas warnings Murder in the morning Hear a lot of shots when I'm yawning Body the whole show when I'm performing It's cocaine on the speedboat Catch me in the local clubs you know I got that cheap coke Hot time, long coat The gun got a damn scope Hit you in your damn throat I'm the mayor let's all vote P! Still here bastard Clap ratchet, you ball at the wheelchair classic Chill, you feel real rap shit Wack shit you spill until the mac spit, bong Wacka Flocka Glock in your ankle sock Hot rock your roster Illa don't rap on the beat I blaze soccer Pop cops, chop of blocks and box boxers Holla The niggas that I'm with is 'bout them street collars And give you the biscuit first like Red Lobster You're imposters, with fake drama I crack your team in half like some good lobster One more time