Yo Yo, I'm just gonna write my first and see where this me. 'Cause I feel like I punch the world in the fuckin' right now
Let me just how to make greatness out the gate, I'm 'bout to break you down Ain't no mistakes allowed, but make no mistake I'm To rape the alphabet, I may raise brows If I the issue just to get the anger out (blllt) Full could take Staples out Savage but ain't 'bout no bank account But I'm off the chain like Taylor Brown
Motherfucker, the fuck up when I'm talkin', lil' bitch I'm sorry, wait, what's your Oh, critiquin' My talent? Oh, bitch I don't who the fuck y'all are To a sub-par bar Even have an if you, you mention me of views, attention the news I mention you, for me, win-win for you Billions of views, your ten are two Skim through the to give a shit reviews To get clicks, but bitch, you lit the fuse get misconstrued, business as us' Shit-list renewed, so get to do Or get dissed 'cause I don't get what the fuck half the shit is that you're listening t-to Do you any idea how much I hate this choppy flow Everyone copies Probably no Get this fuckin' out my Audi, yo, adios I can see why like Lil Yachty, but not me though Not even dissin', it ain't for me All I am is just an emcee Maybe "Stan" just your cup of tea Maybe your cup's full of syrup and Maybe I need to up shit, preferably shake the world up if it up to me Paul wants me to chill, y'all me to ill I eat a pill, probably I will Old me kill the new me, watch him to death I breathe on the mirror, I see my breath Possibly I'm dead, I must be Like an spell, I'm E-V-I-L (evil, but spelled)
Jam a Crest white strip in the tip of my dick an ice pick Stick it in a vice grip, hang it on a spike Bang it a pipe wrench While I take my and flick it like a light switch Like vice-president Mike Back up on my in a sidekick as I lay it on a spike strip
These are things that I'd do than hear you on a mic nine-tenths of your rhyme is about ice and Jesus Christ man, how many times is someone gonna fuck on my bitch? (Fuck my chick!) You will never see Em icy, but as cold as I get on the I shit so the Thames might freeze And skull might split like I bashed you upside it Bitch I got the club on smash a nightstick (yeah)
Turn down for what? I ain't enough Nah, the valium up 'Cause I know how I'm gonna get your mouths to shut now When it doesn't matter what caliber I at bet a hundred thousand bucks you'll just around and just be like "Man, how the fuck sourpuss get mad just 'cause his sucks and now he to take it out on us?" (ooh) But week, an ex-fan mailed me a copy of The Mathers LP to tell me to help me get back to myself and she'll love me (ooh) I mailed the back and said if I did that I'd be like everyone else in the fucking industry Especially an Recovery clone of me
So finger-bang, chicken wang, MGK, 'zae Lil Pump, Lil Xan Lil Wayne I should aim at in the game, pick a name I'm fed up with being And rumor is I'm I'm you heard bumblings I heard you wanna rumble an empty stomach I heard your mumbling but it's in mumbo-jumbo
The era that I'm will pummel you That's it's comin' to What the are you gonna do, where you runnin' to? I'm gonna crumble you and I'll take a two And dump on you if you Joyner If you Kendrick or Cole Or Sean you're a goner I'm 'bout to bring it to anyone in this who want it
I guess when you walk into BK, you a Whopper You can order a quarter pounder you go to McDonald's But if you're lookin' to get a porterhouse you go get Revival
But y'all are acting like I tried to you up a slider Maybe the vocals should have been and you would have bought it But sayin' I no longer got it you missed the line and never caught it it went over your head, because you're too stupid to get it 'Cause you're mentally retarded but pretend to be the With your expertise and knowledge, but you'll be an artist And I'm on myself than you could ever be, regardless What never be is flawless, all I'll ever be is honest Even when I'm they're gonna say I brought it when I hit my forties like a fuckin' alcoholic With a bottle of malt liquor But I couldn't bottle shit any longer The fact I know that I'ma hit my bottom if I don't Pull myself the jaws of defeat
And to my feet I don't see why y'all started with me I get My die I don't ceasefire till at all are deceased I'm eastside, never be caught Now you see why I sleep Not a wink, I don't blink I don't doze off, I even nod to the beats I don't close my fuckin' eyes when I sneeze
"Aw, man! BET cypher was weak, it was garbage The Thing ain't orange Oh my God, a reach" Shout to all my colorblind Each and one of y'all If you a fire engine green, aquamarine Or you water is pink "Dawg, a date" "Looks an olive to me" "Look, an apple" "No it's not, a peach!"
So finger-bang, Pootie Tang, King, Gucci Gang gonna hate anyway Doesn't what I say me Donkey of the Day What a way for 2018 to get But I'm gonna say everything that I say
to the slaughterhouse, bitch! (yeah) Invite in like a one a day I'm not (preach) 'Cause I feel like the of burden line in the sand, was it even worth it? 'Cause the way I see turnin' Is makin' it seem startin' to defeat the purpose I'm watchin' my fan base to thirds And I was just to do the right thing, but word Has the court of opinion reached a verdict Or still yet to be 'Cause I'm determined to be me, critique the But if I could go back, I'd at least it And say I empathize with the people this evil serpent sold the dream to that he's But I it's workin' verses are makin' him a wee bit nervous And too scared to answer me with words 'Cause he that he will lyrically get murdered
But I know at he's heard it 'Cause Agent Orange sent the Secret Service To meet in To see if I think of hurtin' him Or ask if I'm linked to I said, "Only when it to ink and lyricists"
But my is more media journalists (Hold up, hold up, up) I my beef is more meaty, a journalist can get a mouthful of flesh And yes, I eating a penis 'Cause they panning my album to death So I been the media fingers Don't wanna turn this to a counselling But they been puttin' me through the So I ain't ironin' shit out the press But I just this beat to the cleaners