[OnlyOne: Spoken]
Don't get punched in the face (smack)
Yeah, OnlyOne, 9DM. Check it

[Verse 1: OnlyOne]
I can't live with myself if I felt shorted
Look, I dwell on it 'cause I fell for it
Better me once, that's when my shell scorches
Trust me, it's hotter than hell's core is
12 Gauge's hit you like twelve horses
Cops think it's fishy, I don't smell swordfish
I have the sketch artist drawing a self-portrait
When I ask the detective, how do you spell corpses?
Before he can get to C-O-R
He'll be beneath the sign that reads OR
You gon ride on me, they can't be slow cars
I'm shooting for your bucket like free throws are--bitch
What you looking so fucking vexed for?
Yes, your people get stretched by the Heklor
I export your brain, import metal with the [...]
Extort y'all is what I live for

[Chorus: 9DM]
So run your mouth to get punched in the face
Cops come, shotgun with a blunt for the chase
Fuck with deep end get dumped in the lake
Fuck with Sandpeeps, mad heat tucked in the waist
So run your mouth and get punched in the face
Cops come, shotgun with a blunt for the chase
Fuck with deep in get dumped in the lake
Fuck with Sandpeeps, mad deep run up in your place
[Verse 2: OnlyOne]
I don't rock bracelets
Listen, to get my watch you gotta break my wrist
Then your graves I dig is where I lay my bricks at
'cause on the track I slay y'all with the AR-fifth, brrat!
I'm sick in the head, it's ridiculous, yes
Every beat I hear, I'm finning the test
The kid can spit with the best, I don't need a biscuit and vest
To put you under a house like the Wicked Witch of the West
All I want's what the Scarecrow wants (brains!)
Hit the deck like tarot cards 'fore you get dropped like Pharaoh Monch (name)
I make names drop like my test scores
I can get siete quetes from my jefe ese Hector
You drinking breast-made leche from escorts
I'm above the chess board, y'all still on connect four

[Chorus: 9DM]
So run your mouth to get punched in the face
Cops come, shotgun with a blunt for the chase
Fuck with deep end get dumped in the lake
Fuck with Sandpeeps, mad heat tucked in the waist
So run your mouth and get punched in the face
Cops come, shotgun with a blunt for the chase
Fuck with deep in get dumped in the lake
Fuck with Sandpeeps, mad deep run up in your place
[Verse 3: 9DM]
Hit your chest and with this Smith and Weston [...] my shit I'm testing triggers
And I'm taking the pitcher you bitch'll never miss ya
Me with a swish is a Kodak moment
Sounds like I already had to smoke that, don't it
The flow's dramatic, getting blown in traffic
Get the joe and baggie, know what that is? [...] to Oakland status
[...] addict, black lungs, open casket
Got the wrong beat and still fucking wrote a classic
Just imagine what's gonna happen a second time
Shit I'm packing'll break your back, disconnect your spine
Your shit's whack, that's what the mainstream's for
Acting fly, watch me throw you off the 18th floor
You're talking shit but you're on my dick at the same time
Poppin this, bring the Apocalypse 'cause the game's mine
Popping clips and you gotta click with some gang signs
I got a fifth and I'm off to hit, watch me blaze nine