I'm the leader of people that y'all have labelled as evil I'd give you one middle finger, but I think one needs a sequel Y'all screaming equality, but don't treat us as equal And honestly, it's so obvious you're afraid that I'm lethal Y'all are rats, and every member of my team is an eagle We bringing death from above, and y'all can sleep with the beetles Leaving you deader than Lennon, then send a letter to heaven That just explodes when it opens, I hope it gets your attention I can smell it, you're sweating, and it's eleven-eleven I make a wish that when I kill you, you come back resurrected So I can kill you again and again and again for the record If you're feeling kinda froggy and you jump, you'll get dissected I'm a monster, throwing concerts full of demons and spawns I got kennels full of killers and some three-headed dogs I'm quoting Yoda while doing yoga, I'm woke, I'm a God I got cobra venom pumping through the veins in my arms Raised in a barn, by wolves raised by rain and the stars A product of my environment, dangerous and smart Now I'm hunting all the beef like it grazed in my yard And I'm getting all the smoke like I set flame to the farm Stay where you are, y'all don't wanna play with the bars Y'all the type of dogs that died chasing a car I'm the type of guy who laughs at breaking your jaw And then tells you, "Speak up", while you sleep on the floor
Everybody wanna be the big dog Everybody wanna be the man I got something for anyone with the shit talk Middle fingers upon each one of my hands Everybody wanna be the big boss Everybody says they got a plan They get beat up and the last thing they've seen was Middle fingers upon each one of my hands
I feel like Em went soft, I feel like Dre got old All the greats fell off, I gotta break that mould and take that throne I'll burn that bridge and make that known I'll earn that win, and face that foe, yeah I'm too savage for a manager to manage You're a man to stand a chance with if he's man enough to challenge My advantage is the pride that can't be damaged, the machete that I brandish Made from sharpened spinal cords, forged from torture and anguish You can't bandage me up, I'm spewing lava and acid And getting high from breathing in all [?] ashes I attack with a hatchet, leaving you covered in slashes Leaving you rappers hacked up like lung cancer and asthma Man, I'm colder than shoulders attached to exes are bitter And I'm colder than boulders frozen in lakes during winter And I'm colder than soldiers sleeping in snow-covered ditches While drinking ice water and eating polar bear for my dinner Like I'm cold, I'm the truth, and you can quote me I'll never sign a deal, no record label's gonna own me The haters lit the fuse, now I've slowly been approaching An explosion that will level out the homes of my opponents in a moment Got their parents crawling 'round with broken legs on the ground Got the skin of their grandma melted right to the couch And if their siblings and animals are nowhere to be found I'll let the nuclear fallout just kill off everything else, yeah
Everybody wanna be the big dog Everybody wanna be the man I got something for anyone with the shit talk Middle fingers upon each one of my hands Everybody wanna be the big boss Everybody says they got a plan They get beat up and the last thing they've seen was Middle fingers upon each one of my hands
All these dummies tryna copy of me, y'all gon' need a pot of coffee Boxes full of hot tamales blended up and swallowed often Coffins for your rotting bodies, crosses and a shaman Probably have to do a seance, and you still come back a Tommy zombie Savage to the center of my being I wrap you up in bandages and hang you from the ceiling Collect your blood in buckets till it clots and stops the bleeding Wipe the blood across my face and hit the club like I'm a demon I was nice before, y'all have lit a fire in my icy core Now I eat your flesh and hit the studio like, "aight, record" I'mma get 'em like they stole my bike and I was poor Set fire to their bodies, watch 'em burn until my eyes are sore Fuck a Ferrari, I walk alone on the road I don't need to be Gotti, I got a heart made of gold They rap about mansions, but I can tell by their clothes That's a lie, and they probably are still living at home Whoa, bro, oh, y'all can't compete I'll drop you in the ocean, cinder blocks on your feet You won't record again, but I will make you some beats And tell the world that your lyrics would be as deep as the sea I ain't playing, we are not the same My mind is in my head, and you are covered in your brains I ain't playing like I found out y'all were cheating at the game, dawg I'd get buried just to see you in the grave, dawg
Everybody wanna be the big dog Everybody wanna be the man I got something for anyone with the shit talk Middle fingers upon each one of my hands Everybody wanna be the big boss Everybody says they got a plan They get beat up and the last thing they've seen was Middle fingers upon each one of my handsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
