C'mon Shit Pussy ass niggas... It's cool, just a couple flesh wounds I should be cool
[Verse 1] Fuck what you heard like a pregnant deaf chick What a way to start off my CD, message MC's be, threatened I keep three, weapons To squeeze heat or retrieve me So we could eat, breakfast Serial killer, James Bond, who seen me, exit Black tux, mask plus silencers, PP7 Believe me, I'm a legion, I leave G's headless Name a nigga out here that can beat me, question I view you rappers as a, free-me section Serve em like Cici's pizza, peep the selection Label me the king, he be the peasant Skeet skeet in your girl like feed me erection It's me, Mike and Breeze Keep the exception You other niggas lack bars, 3G connection Trust me, I'm not the one MC's need to mess with Beat the shit out of pussies, please think domestic Niggas talkin swag with a three week investment With a fat bitch who house smells like feces and wet fish In-house studio, needs me to bless it Rob you for your shit, you're like "Police please arrest him" Niggas keep cakin, when I need beats perfected Then hookin up with other cats when she seen me textin Imma come through unannounced with heat and leave you breathless Then upload the audio to teach G's a lesson
[Chorus] I know a lot of y'all niggas ain't wanna see this But I'm so tired of the fuckery So I'm making fun of these kids But the funny thing is I don't give a fuck I know a lot of y'all niggas ain't wanna see this But I'm so tired of the fuckery So I'm making fun of these kids But the funny thing is I don't give a fuck
[Verse 2] Niggas know that I'm the illest, I done figured it out My freestyle killing a written, it be trippin em out They throw a beat on but I'd rather text and sit on the couch And have your girl daydreaming bout me dicking her down You go to make a store run, I'd rather sit in the house You're like "Why not?" I'm like "Blood I feel like chilling for now" I'm in it lit and now your chick got me digging her out She stroke it with two hands, I made her get me a towel Know if I hit it from the back, she'd want to empty her bowels Remember you fronted on me bruh, lost everything now You get back and guffed a swisher then you fill it with loud And now your bitch upstairs, fixing me child This is real shit homie, but niggas'll doubt So I'm making a statement, I bet you're listening now I'm on some Slim Shady shit, bet you remember me now So name a nigga more intricate when he's flipping the style It's still Snake House Can't wait till my nigga get out Niggas fakin like he only Brainsickin' for now When you see a couple commas then you'll figure it out I'm Brainsickin' nigga, so nigga bow down
[Chorus] I know a lot of y'all niggas ain't wanna see this But I'm so tired of the fuckery So I'm making fun of these kids But the funny thing is I don't give a fuck I know a lot of y'all niggas ain't wanna see this But I'm so tired of the fuckery So I'm making fun of these kids But the funny thing is I don't give a fuckTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
