[Intro] Oh my fucking god Oh my fucking god DANIEL Turn the fucking nigger music off TURN IT OFF
[Verse 1: Jarren Benton] Yeah, I'm an Apex predator, I murder my competitors I stick a Wu-Tang sword inside of ya retina Pre-leaded yeah I guzzle regular unleaded gas Strike a match, spit fire, mu'fucka burn in hell with us Inhaling dust, I rip off an elephant's tusk Irrelevant fucks, you want a war against us We just tore this bitch up Get the coroner I slaughter ya My dick don’t discriminate, I pork a big slut We've created a monster! The son of Lucifer come 'member when you put the Ruger To ya thermonuclear get that new career Take your fucking head as a souvenir Wake up in the morning; what the fuck am I doing here? I'm the shit in the booth, take a poop in here Aluminum bat now got his fucking Lumineers Fuck brakes we don't stop keep moving here Fuck swag, yeah bitch my whole crew is weird Yeah, you couldn't fathom my pain I hated being me, I was mad at my brain All the hurt that I felt, made me sad and insane Look back like God I was glad I felt strange Fuck trying to change for you faggot ass lames Or you fucks who wouldn't let me get a stab at this game Now it's FV bitch and I'm back for revenge 'Bout to make you mu'fuckas feel the wrath of my pain
[Hook] I can't eat, I can't sleep Why should I give a fuck about what you believe? If I don't eat, then I don't breathe They gon' let me in this bitch God damn I'm about to Go off (3x) Until they let me in this bitch Go off (3x) And they gon' let me in this bitch
[Verse 2: SwizZz] Yo bitch in a dress, I'm about to make a mess Cutthroat, throw up fuckin' snap like a neck I pull your card out, and stick it back in the deck Bought a ticket to your show to throw trash at your set Get bapped with a left if you step like a -- frat dude Tell me why your older sister has a -- tattoo Of a zodiac, stamped on her lower back Perhaps she swallows cum and sucks cock like a VACUUM! Right? Right, I hit it on the mark Cuban, I’m going off like a broken car alarm Feta, Gouda, Cheddar, Provolone, Parmesan 'Til we after that cheese no pizza; Papa John Like Hakeem Olajuwon we gon' rap it up the ladder 'Til we posted like a status bringing hell to all you faggots And pussy niggas thinkin' braggin' enjoy the fuckin' baddest Compete in the pageant and I’ll move to Cali and start acting Made a mistake and had to find myself Remind myself, fame ain't wealth Pain don't last, learn to adapt and it's hard to fail I can give a fuck 'bout no one else Loyal to the fam and the team we built Still I rise, what up 'Pac If I fall, be a very long drop, yep
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[Verse 3: Hopsin] Hey Mr. Benton I came here to rip shit Got the whole neighborhood waitin' to get this Niggas better run, it ain't safe in the trenches It's going down like I'm paying Satan a visit Wack ass swag niggas, they get suspended Don't play with the wicked, my hate is intended I’m in the bathroom, gettin' brain from a midget She got a fat booty but her face is horrendous! Yeah, you rap but we the realest who have done it If you want us on a track, then we killin' you up on it Like we took a fucking javelin and ran it through your stomach This is Swizzle, Benton and Hop, we figured you would want it Dizzy in the clouds, too high to rap now FV turn it up I like the track loud You gettin' out of line, we provide the smack-down I’m so motherfuckin' hyped I could pass out, WOAH I remember when I was the nigga chillin' in the background Considered a wack clown, gettin' turned down for deals Livin' up in my mom's crib with a sad frown There was days were I wanted to give up and just crumble But I didn't do it, I just stuck to my hustle I learned if you want to turn heads in the world Then you can't give a fuck, go nuts 'til they love you!
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