Yeah. This beat is crazy, shout out to me. All you little fuckin', uh, D League, peasant, tier 98-ass rappers and little clickbait-ass journalists and shit, y'all can suck my dick. I never even met y'all man, y'all so fuckin' obsessed. I'm on some kill everybody shit, fuck y'all!
Yeah, I've been withholdin', I really feel like explodin' People pokin', provokin', I'm suffocating, I'm chokin' The feeling that no one gets it, I just try to suppress it I really need to express it, I really should reinvest it And go off, off, off on you bitches I wonder why these fuckin' grown men always talkin' like bitches Y'all so obsessed with me, I've never even talked to you bitches I'd run you over with my Lambo, wouldn't stop for you bitches I'm at my breaking point, I can wave and point And they'll start breaking joints so loudly, exclamation point Rappers takin' bribes, they be shavin' points I see the game from every angle, I be playin' point I be playin' coach, I be playin' owner I be playin' fan, and I play promoter Gettin' great exposure from all the hate, y'all are hustling backwards This goes for anybody and any bum-ass rapper, pussy
Now you leave me no choice I have to kill 'em all (kill 'em all) Kill 'em all (kill 'em all) Kill 'em all (kill 'em all) Kill 'em all (kill 'em all) Now you leave me no choice I have to kill 'em all (kill 'em all) Kill 'em all (kill 'em all) Kill 'em all (kill 'em all) Kill 'em all (kill 'em all)
Yeah Any rapper can get it, I'm sending headshots, headshots You can't talk to me if you can't sell out Red Rocks, Red Rocks That's ten thousand, watch your mouth when you speak 'bout your superiors Premeditated murder, I'm plottin' with my Nigerians (Yes, oh!) Peekin' through you, chiefin' and eating fufu We see what this dreamin' grew to, arenas in Honolulu Doin' streams like I'm Hulu, Lambo talks via Bluetooth People tryna do voodoo, this zoo is making me coo-coo And fuck the media and the politics in this industry The snakes and the lies and the gossip in this industry And fuck these WWE-ass rappers High school mentality, glee-ass rappers Fake family ties, y'all say brother too much Y'all get played by the same women, y'all say you love her too much And y'all be runnin' from the truth, y'all take cover too much I'm gettin' tired of this shit, man, enough is enough
Now you leave me no choice I have to kill 'em all (kill 'em all) Kill 'em all (kill 'em all) Kill 'em all (kill 'em all) Kill 'em all (kill 'em all) Now you leave me no choice I have to kill 'em all (kill 'em all) Kill 'em all (kill 'em all) Kill 'em all (kill 'em all) Kill 'em all (kill 'em all)
Yeah Rappers dissin' for attention that their music ain't gettin' I understand, it's frustratin' watching my rapid ascension Watching arenas sell out, watching my plaques multiply When you ain't headlined a tour, and when you drop they don't buy But you got followers though, but what they followin' for But that's 'cause most of them are fake, let me let your followers know That y'all be payin' social media agencies twenty thou' every month Just to comment, like, and follow your account It's all a front, y'all are glorified Instagram entertainers Got millions of followers, but can't even sell out your basement Y'all droppin' antics and skits 'cause you can't drop a hit Flashin' jewelry, posting lean, poppin' Xanax for clicks Infatuated with designer, costume shop carollers Bunch of crackheads and clowns, bunch of Boondocks characters Damn, y'all not scarin' us with your Internet loose lips I been at the same festivals y'all don't do shit
Now you leave me no choice I have to kill 'em all (kill 'em all) Kill 'em all (kill 'em all) Kill 'em all (kill 'em all) Kill 'em all (kill 'em all) Now you leave me no choice I have to kill 'em all (kill 'em all) Kill 'em all (kill 'em all) Kill 'em all (kill 'em all) Kill 'em all (kill 'em all)
Man, I don't even like that it's this easy to write whole songs and shit about this type of shit. Sometimes you just gotta get it off your chest though. I hope the fans understand that sometimes I really be tryna leave this shit, man. I miss my old shit sometimes. Fuck itTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
