"CAREFUL! (Of My Wrath), Pt. 2"

Look, I'm back up in this muthafucka, aggy in this muthafucka
Think I need somethin' white out a baggy in this muthafucka
My - head been spinnin', blood boilin', nerves need to be calmed
Shiiit, I can't even chill at all
Peep my palms, all sweaty like B. Rabbit
My anxiety is - at it's fuckin' limit already
You fuckin' faggots just keep pullin' the beast up out of Eddie
Mistakenly started to think it's somethin' sweet about Eddie
I started off nice, but all work an' no feedback
Made me irate an' stressed; an' I don't need that
I could be humble as fuck, still wouldn't mean shit
So, don't come my way wit' no razmatazz
Ain't - givin' a fuck 'bout substance nowadays
'Cause nowadays, all I need is to get paid
Still seein' fuckz lurk, never sayin' a word
'Til I snap on y'all, oh --- now it's absurd
How I'm actin', like my anger isn't justified
Work my ass off for fuckz who don't enjoy the ride
They tend to say I'm bein' irrational
But I fail to see, correlation 'tween me an' that term
My thought process? That's completely on-track
I'm just sick of fuckz not givin' respect to the tracks
That I put my blood, sweat, tears, mind, body an' soul in
Fuck the whole 9, I go the whole 10
I'm writin' this off pure wrath, but I'm focused
A king an' a warrior, simply one of the dopest
But fuckz too obsessed wit' Trap bullshit an' mumblin' crap
Sendin' me tracks of - mumblin' raps
Complainin' 'bout name-droppin'; what's up wit' that?
Like, it ain't clear these muhfuckaz is wack
You should toast me, here's a 2 liter of bleach
Pour some in this wine glass as I proceed wit' my speech
Made "Lyrical Emancipation", but got issue wit' my freedom of speech
Well fuck that!-- I don't need freedom to speak
Dontrell has changed, he ain't the same
An' yeah, I said his name-- muthafuck a sub
Fuck his opinion, karma an' them unknown rappers
It's - no fuckz given 'bout some unknown bastards
I - do what I want, if you don't like, don't listen
This shit ain't for everybody, just - certain supporters
See, murder is in order, an' - murder is the order
I deliver like UPS, or postal postmen wit' - fully loaded TECs
A - bully at ya' neck, I'm - fully loaded, wreck
Anyone who aims to sully my respect
Movin' on: Genea is a stupid-ass bitch
Only wanted her ass to listen to these songs
Don't give a fuck about yo' life either
I'll shit on you, laughin' at - what you goin' through
Lyin' like you a fan, saw through it just in time
Here's some Donald Trump bars, a disgutin' rhyme
Grabbin' you right in the pussy; you've just been violated
I - know it's sick, you ain't gotta try an' hate it
You need more prompts than Killary on debate night
An' me, I need one-thousand, nine-hundred, eighty-eight mics
Way more than what "The Source" would give
My fuse been lit, an' I - know the source of it
I keep the lines coarse, but deliver 'em smooth
Plus it's, hot enough - to scorch you kids
Y'all need to move, or get ran the fuck over
I'm rollin' like - Cain Marko wit' the force of a super nova
Tell these dudes it's over, I'm more than back
An' fuck up out my inbox wit' all them borin' tracks
That's why - I'm sleepin' on y'all, snorin' to the max
I heard better lines in "The Lorax"
So let the chips fall where they might, done givin' a fuck
An' fuck who listens, never givin' this up
It's funny, 2014 they was biggin' me up
Nowadays, I guess these frauds gettin' sick of me, bruh
So, here's some shit you can remember me fa'
A reminder: You'll never be sick as me, bruh