Testo Hennythiing

Came back from the dead
Just to prove that I’m the GOAT of this
This rap shit, is an sport so
I’m a treat it like a pro, little bitch
Nasty with the flow, like a gizzard
Snakes around, I know when they slither
I gotta a fucked up vision
But it's too explicit for the children Gotta killing addiction, lyrically viscous
No offences, over fences, I'm in the cut
So I guess you can call it fencing
Got so much heat, I'm stuck in the kitchen
What I look like, coming in the game
Drowning who swimming in money
Then leave em flopping, like its fucking fishing
Diss me, bitch, I know the fuck, you won’t
And the score is adding up, so
I can see why your ass don't get the point
I go cray on, anything that's sent to me
You see flying colors, fair to see, your
Grave will have no flowers, courtesy, of me
Niggas high, you thinking you can stand
A chance, you should gather up ya mans If I don’t fuck with you, I'm being honest man

Pussy niggas talk and they ran away
I feel like Bandingo, you fend to die today

I’m on a whole other level
With a different flow, when I’m messed with
And I’m in another zone, in a different episode
With the flames on me, through my essence
I don't speak to no fuck nigga
I won't get controlled by the system
Eeny meeny miny moe, my bullets
Never ever missing, ruthless, with what I do
It would be stupid to follow suit
I'm a fucking misfit, so what the
Fuck are u fend to do, this the twilight zone, nigga
Weird shit might occur around you
Bad bitch, on me, I got the power like Kid Goku

Yeah, I think I did my job, Dingo kill that shit

[Verse 3: Bandingo]