Notes

Bitch suck on my cock
Or I might pull up with a glock
It only gon take two shots
*Bang Bang* Your life just a thought

You stupid ass thots
All you think about is ridin on top
Just cuz he gon shoot you, that boy touch you
He goin in fuckin jail to rot

Don’t listen, baby I was just kiddin
Come save me from my boredom
Feelin too damn lazy
Help raise me up
Sorry if I sounded a little brazy

Damn bitch you must be crazy
You really gon believe this dude?
He jus wan make babies
But not just with you cuz there’s like eighty ladies
Sittin in the back without child care while he’s
Pullin up in a Mercedes he just tryin to snare you in his trap so he can
Hit you from the back shoot his cream into you
Like a fucking frappe then hop in his ride and drive the fuck away

Hey dude, would you shut the fuck up? I’m sick of you, always fucking things up
You minuscule, bitch go to school
Baby don’t listen to this wannabe he a fool
Imma make him take a step back or two

Two? From you? Ha! I’ll stand up right in front of you, and rock the stadium lookin down on you
You’d be a fool to think I’mma bow down to you dude, like, fuck
If you think I’m uneducated tell me why you gettin so aggravated must be cuz
I’m constantly detonatin lyrics in front of yo face, mutilate it
Face blowin up like my dick when you lubricate it (ahh)

I’m sick of the wack shit
You fuckers like to talk just cuz you black You think you can walk the walk
All over me, but my crackerjack ass
Gonna come back with a punch, wind back
Knock you on yo ass ‘n spill ya lunch
Put you into cardiac arrest
So you best not mess with me
This ain’t the 1950s, pull up with a gun
I’ll pull out two
Coming for you, must be obsessed to be upset over the stupidest shit
I guess I’m confessin my thoughts bout the world
It’s too much stress feelin oppressed from my words these thoughts just endless
Feel like I’m possessed or maybe I’m just blessed as a lyricist
So I can express my feelings when I’m too damn restless
Cuz I know damn well you sick of hearin this but it’s time the world knows
That the way it flows is fucking idiotic it’s ironic how people know there’s a problem In the world but do nothin to solve it and the people who try can’t figure out what the big problem is
It’s us, every fuckin one of us
Ruinin the world, some more than others, from mumble
Rappers to bank robbers it’s just a matter of the way that they changin other peoples lives
And not for the better but to do more crime to the world steal some diamonds, a pearl, a gucci
Necklace, a golden headdress, and make off like you gotta go to the loo bitch fuck You if you think this mumble rappin is helpin the world you the one makin in unfurl
Talking about slapping the shit out ya girl, “Oh, we was just havin sex”
Tell that to the judge when you in court, and I’ll exhort your girl for us to have oral sex
She ain’t gon resist when I flex my Rolex, Cuz I know that’s all you do but at least my lyrics are the best
I’m not just some dude with a couple thousand on my checks
That would be rude but that all you fuckers do, hire a good mixer for a little auto tune
And what you gonna do without a ghost writer behind you
Ya see, the difference between you and me is I can write my own lyrics
And rap the capitals to the periods without a myriad of vocal effects
You must be delirious if you think I’mma give it I rest
Y’all best be gettin out the way for the real lyricists
Tryin to make a difference for the rest, so

If you ain’t gonna back down now, I got no choice
I’ll put your runnin to the test
Not gon lie I’mma enjoy it when I
Put your body to rest