Uh, mic 1-2 (Go get 'em) Listen close, nigga,
Uh, if rappers want it, can get it Flow than four fat bitches sittin' in a Civic My are unimaginable, Hannibal Lecter shit Eatin' emcees for breakfast, I was born to touch the mic The time it's been a problem Your life was a Your pops wore a condom You think you hard I think you come harder (Go hard) I leave rappers like will.i.am barber Ah, fuckin' Luda's not a great look A verse'll make your unfriend you on Facebook Click, my are goin' into labor So if stars won a war, I made like Darth Vader And since I'm always high, it's kind of to overlook me For a hundred stacks, it's kind of hard to overbook me And a whole house for my cars is on my checklist Cause to fit 'em in one garage is like a playin' Tetris But they say is a virtue Cause I got your bitch out way past her curfew Guess I was a that got away with these words Slangin' chickens out my whip like I been playin' Angry In a black Rolls Royce, Dark Knight like Everywhere you turn, the Ghost follows Pac-Man And I sleep the John Dillinger And always keep an eye half-open like Whitaker No, you ain't ready for combat Be more if I renew my Def Jam contract path is he on? Opponents, I laugh and be gone They handin' in the towels like they work in Bed, Bath & But in the of all the melee Y'all just bitches with dicks like Sheneneh Your rap styles are phony, lines are just dead And I be on them like a nigga just played I'm tryin' to say I'm advanced, you intermediate You wouldn't know the me if your bitch Wikipedia'd it Just know that I never to be hard Probably cause Mr. 40's my security guard You'll get like judo Gangs in my hood you reverse And change your color like the block's Uno And, yes, some of my is still sellin' them drugs But I say they Weight Watchers like Jennifer Hud They show me That's why I'll stay reppin' until the death of me Rappers talk shit, but ain't nobody stepped to me I hereby all my fans' to inject it Overdose on Red Bull in your veins if you ever on me Yeah, my mind is than a guillotine All the knives extended from the knuckles of Not a X-Man, but, man, I got X I'm on my hardest, labels, but I still get a cheque The more albums they sell, the we all win And I can be seen in thirty rocks Alec Baldwin Or CBS in a Cadillac DTS I plan to the world, man, your plan is MetroPCS I changed my music up cause I was bored You may not the way I shoot, but my points go on the board My name still engrained and these books be the outcome And one verse is harder than a lot of niggas' albums
Peace, out of here, rewind that shit Ha-ha-ha, Luda, ain't shit