Chad

I'm untouchable now you gotta face it. Uh oh, it gets worse when I go back to the basics. You go say the wrong shit and get your face split. The smell of victory, love it so much I can taste it. I spot my target, blaze it, direct hit. Graze it, your peace talk, save it. You shit sounds dated, you're overrated. I'm obligated, to study your moves then crush you mutherfucker. If I'm the best and the worst, then God's gift is a curse. Soldier trained to destroy, you payin' attention boy?