Yo Yo, I'm just gonna write my first and see this takes me. I feel like I wanna punch the world in the fuckin' right now
Let me explain how to make greatness Straight out the gate, I'm 'bout to break you Ain't no mistakes allowed, but make no mistake I'm To rape the alphabet, I may some brows If I press the issue to get the anger out (blllt) Full could take Staples out Savage but ain't thinking no bank account But I'm off the chain like Taylor Brown
Motherfucker, shut the fuck up when I'm talkin', lil' I'm sorry, wait, what's your Oh, critiquin' My talent? Oh, bitch I know who the fuck y'all are To give a bar Even an opinion if you, you mention me Millions of views, the news I mention you, lose-lose for me, for you Billions of views, your ten are two through the music to give a shit reviews To get clicks, but bitch, you just lit the get misconstrued, business as us' Shit-list renewed, so get to do Or get dissed 'cause I just don't get the fuck half the shit is that you're listening t-to Do you have any idea how much I this choppy flow Everyone copies though? no Get this fuckin' out my Audi, yo, adios I can see why people like Lil Yachty, but not me Not even dissin', it just for me All I am simply is just an "Stan" just isn't your cup of tea Maybe your cup's full of syrup and I need to stir up shit, preferably the world up if it were up to me Paul wants me to chill, y'all me to ill I should eat a pill, I will Old me kill the new me, watch him bleed to I breathe on the mirror, I don't see my Possibly I'm dead, I must be Like an evil spell, I'm (evil, but spelled)
Jam a Crest white strip in the tip of my dick an ice pick it in a vice grip, hang it on a spike fence Bang it with a wrench While I take my and flick it like a light switch Like vice-president Mike Back up on my shit in a sidekick as I lay it on a strip
These are things I'd rather do than hear you on a mic Since nine-tenths of your rhyme is ice and Christ man, how many times is someone gonna fuck on my bitch? (Fuck my side chick!) You will see Em icy, but as cold as I get on the M-I-C I polarize shit so the Thames freeze And skull might split like I bashed you upside it I got the club on smash like a nightstick (yeah)
Turn down for what? I ain't loud Nah, the valium up I don't know how I'm gonna get your mouths to shut now When it doesn't matter what I spit at I'll bet a thousand bucks you'll just around and just be like "Man, how the fuck sourpuss get mad 'cause his album sucks and now he wants to it out on us?" (ooh) But week, an ex-fan mailed me a copy of The Mathers LP to tell me to It'll help me get back to myself and she'll me (ooh) I mailed the bitch back and if I did that I'd just be like everyone else in the industry an effing Recovery clone of me
So finger-bang, chicken wang, MGK, 'zae Lil Pump, Lil Xan Lil Wayne I should aim at everybody in the game, a name I'm fed up with humble And is I'm hungry I'm sure you heard I heard you rumble like an empty stomach I heard your mumbling but jumbled in mumbo-jumbo
The era that I'm will pummel you That's what comin' to the fuck are you gonna do, where you runnin' to? I'm crumble you and I'll take a number two And on you if you ain't Joyner If you Kendrick or Cole Or Sean then a goner I'm 'bout to bring it to anyone in this who want it
I guess when you into BK, you expect 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 are acting like I tried to serve you up a slider the vocals should have been auto-tuned and you would have bought it But sayin' I no longer got it 'cause you missed the line and caught it 'Cause it went your head, because you're too stupid to get it 'Cause mentally retarded but pretend to be the smartest With your expertise and knowledge, but you'll never be an And I'm harder on myself you could ever be, regardless What I'll never be is flawless, all ever be is honest Even when I'm gone they're gonna say I it Even I hit my forties like a fuckin' alcoholic With a bottle full of liquor But I couldn't bottle shit any longer The fact that I know that 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 at least all are deceased I'm eastside, be caught slippin' Now you see why I don't Not even a wink, I blink I don't off, I don't even nod to the beats I don't even close my fuckin' eyes 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 call a engine green, aquamarine Or you think water is "Dawg, a date" "Looks like an to me" "Look, an apple" "No it's not, a peach!"
So finger-bang, Pootie Tang, King, Gucci Gang Charlamagne gonna hate matter what I say Give me of the Day a way for 2018 to get underway But I'm gonna say everything that I say
to the slaughterhouse, bitch! (yeah) Invite them in a one a day I'm not (preach) 'Cause I like the beast of burden line in the sand, was it even worth it? 'Cause the way I see people 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 of public 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 reword it And say I empathize with the people this evil sold the dream to that he's deserted But I think workin' These are makin' him a wee bit nervous And he's too to answer me with words 'Cause he knows that he lyrically get murdered
But I at least he's heard it 'Cause Orange just sent the Secret Service To in person To see if I think of hurtin' him Or ask if I'm to terrorists I said, "Only when it to ink and lyricists"
But my is more media journalists (Hold up, hold up, up) I said my beef is more meaty, a They can get a mouthful of And yes, I mean eating a 'Cause they been my album to death So I been giving the fingers Don't wanna turn this to a sesh But they been me through the ringer So I ain't ironin' shit out with the But I just took this beat to the