2 Chainz, yeah, 'em to church, I'm talking the tabernacle It's the of the body snatcher in the spot, make my woman smack you "woo!" In a fight, I aim at your Adam's Apple Pull up in the car eating a candy bar And my eating a candy apple Yuh, I line ass up, I aim at their Cruiser All of stones on my neck "uh" must have looked at Medusa Pockets of course I drove some rims to court, I some twins before I had a before is the sin report This is the murder murder, the burner, Em Your money shorter an acronym Big body I'm backing in Ladi-dadi, got a bunch of bodies, Faking, nigga, human "woo" I'm on the Act again, this a accident King like I run the again You on the "treadmill" Never, Neverland shit with a Ferris wheel "g-----n" day off, baby, AR in the same car Most of my sons, aww, look at little JR F-12 color Kate Moss, ugh I'm talking in the pot I'm this and you not I'm bricks and you not I'm talking straight up and N---a, 6 o'clock This is the equinox, this what the want Somebody at the door, I the speaker knock, uh
I'm at throat like chloraseptic, 'septic And you got strep, I'm too complex with, with
This I wrote is on some next s--t, next s--t
I'm at throat, I'm feeling reckless, reckless, yeah
Do me a favor, do me no favors These b-----s got They all wanna smoke but doing no labor But they shopping at (?), they stinging like Act Hollywood like they for the Lakers They fly on the (?) alligators, say hi to my (?) my neighbor, we That chicken, lobster, You must be sniffing that If you don't home that nigga on 10 since a day old It's though, whipping up whip like it's mayo track is a K.O., fuck nigga, K.O Go off head like I'm Ayo Out of this world, NATO (?), don't be an 'Cause I got shooters that shoot I say so, like Lord Wanna be in my shoes, you ain't paid no Real nigga, you ain't no rules High school, ate your food Might it down a little, but I ain't no fool N----s every day, B "yeah" (?) "yeah" Gotta 'em off these Dre Beats "yeah" Or I might go "yeah" niggas too g-----n lazy Don't ever, ever, ever try to me
Lil' shawty now coming B.K
But I'm come up like Jay Z Nothing but from my heart
I entitled to titles
Fuck it, man, I the title
My is
I'm at your throat chloraseptic, 'septic
And you got strep, I'm too complex with, with This I wrote is on some next s--t, next s--t I'm at your throat, I'm feeling reckless, reckless,
Ben Ladin with a pen, body it I begin slaughtering men, prolly shoulda been Ali of the spin, golly of sin Like a in the Taliban plotting an event In the of the Intercontinental With an obvious And I will not even relent up on a Like Osama a rhyme under the bin
And down the of the Pentagon And hit a kindergartener a rental, stop! Back and forth, back and
Jack Kevorkian's a-s in court Rap mature, why can't you be like Huh? Why you always smack a w---e? It's likely the ward's a last resort
Something's give, that's for sure
Yet you coming back for more Not as raw as I was, "Walk on Water" Bitch, my dick
saw the tracklist and had a fit 'fore you heard it So you your verdict you sat with your arms crossed
Did your little videos and talked over songs
Nah, dog, y'all saying I it, your fucking marbles are gone But nowadays, every flow, cadence sounds the same
a powder cake, I draw inspiration out of hate Real in the paper, I don't trace But if I look and out of place 'cause I'm an alien, that's why I 'til the page is outta space, yeah
From 7 in Novara To "how can I be down?" all of us pile in the car, yeah
We shot for the stars, we only got so much time in this world, yeah So it to your high school dance To the before
If you think you're promised tomorrow, Now I'm to fool again This tune is sick, luminous, the moon is lit A lunatic, a human computer chip And I'm soon to a broom in the uterus
Of your Hooter's If I was you I wouldn't do nothing stupid due to the I'm in I'm losing it, you get chewed a Junior Mint Show me who to rip, it's time for you to get the lubricant and put super glue in it How many rappers did I go through? I spelled out and you admit I smoked And you was bound, hell bound in my snowsuit But am I s'posed to like everything else out? I don't get compared to it, only myself now And I can see the fair-weather and sales down But the only way I care is if I let myself But what the fuck I awoke to? to eat the vocals and shit out Pro Tools I know you want me to ill out, don't you? Hoping the old Slim's gonna spill out Fire on your whole camp with this I wrote you So chill out, no you hoes couldn't roast me with the shit I you Then I a stand with a tan face And cut my motherfucking fan base in and still outsold you You just called my shit Thank God, I rap better when the are stacked Revival's wack, I don't the "Zombie" track Or when he's talking that garbage hotter crap Where's your content at? What's with all the rap? P! nk, Beyoncé and Kehlani that "yeah" I just to the fuel in my rocket pack 'Til I'm to respond, then I'ma launch it at 'em Idiotic from the fucking sac To the bodybag, I'll be And when I am, be at your fucking throat like chloraseptic