Yo, White eyes, black tee Ill rhymes, that’s me Hollywood is now labeled as lame But I’ve been on that raw shit since I came in the game Fuck this! Rap niggas trying act like they punk rock Tight jeans, Mohawks screaming “fuck cops” Y’all should all get your fucking nuts chopped You all look like you suck cock Bust shots if you hate me Yup that’ll fix the problem Put me out there, leave it up to Mr. Goblin To contribute to all the bull shits that’s dropping So he can take his kids out Christmas shopping Look at the niggas I am spitting circles around Verbal profound lyrics make them hurdle the town They washed up till they gurgle and drown Their whole dynasty I’m burning it down Funk Volume, you’ve heard of it now
Chorus I kick the bitches out (and let the girls in) You baby daddy shouts (you stole my girlfriend) You see I’m on the prowl (I make the world spin round) Welcome to the pain in my life (yeah baby)
Suicide, (huh?) trust I might Tell them what my motto is “Fuck my life” Don’t need alcohol to help me “cut my wife” So much rage I could “crush my mic” See I woke up on the wrong side of my bed My brain works but the whole left side of it’s dead There’s a little small gremlin inside of my head And lately I’ve been feeling like I’ve been living life on the edge But wait a minute, this ain’t a gimmick. I can’t pretend it I’m a scream it loud to the world just incase that they forget it Be careful of some of the knowledge that you take from critics They tryin to execute a nigga but I stay committed New topic, mind over matter Never needed my arms to climb up a ladder You whack niggas don’t ever show signs of a rapper Is it getting to serious for you? Why, what’s the matter yo?
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Yeah, the black man’s bad There is no topic my raps can’t smash The state of hip hop that can’t pass It’s all full of shit like a fat man’s ass (eww) Will y’all please just enough trust In you mother fuckers to leave the rust of us stuck I turn my head and now your messing stuff up All that *autotune* Just shut the fuck up (Damn) I’m rude and so wicked I’ll make sure you never blow up like a balloon with a hole in it I knock hustlers for a living Got muscles for the women Got puzzles for the cheering (Blaow) Plus I got a sick deliver That’ll have you niggas shivering And stunned from bombs I drop lyrically You can’t touch my shit So I’m going to end it just like this SUCK MY DICK
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