Yo Yo, I'm just gonna write my first and see where this me. 'Cause I like I wanna punch the world in the fuckin' right now
Let me just how to make greatness Straight out the gate, I'm 'bout to you down Ain't no mistakes allowed, but make no mistake I'm To rape the alphabet, I may raise brows If I press the issue to get the anger out (blllt) Full magazine take Staples out Savage but ain't thinking no bank account But bitch I'm off the chain like Brown
Motherfucker, shut the fuck up I'm talkin', lil' bitch I'm sorry, wait, what's your talent? Oh, My talent? Oh, bitch I don't know who the fuck are To a sub-par bar Even have an opinion if you, you me Millions of views, attention the I mention you, lose-lose for me, for you Billions of views, ten cents are two Skim through the 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 what the fuck half the shit is that you're t-to Do you have any idea how much I hate choppy flow copies though? Probably no Get fuckin' audio out my Audi, yo, adios I can see why people Lil Yachty, but not me though Not dissin', it just ain't for me All I am simply is an emcee Maybe "Stan" just isn't cup of tea Maybe your cup's full of syrup and I need to stir up shit, preferably shake the world up if it up to me Paul wants me to chill, want me to ill I should eat a pill, I will Old me kill the new me, watch him to death I breathe on the mirror, I don't see my I'm dead, I must be possessed Like an evil spell, I'm (evil, but spelled)
Jam a Crest white in the tip of my dick with an ice pick Stick it in a vice grip, it on a spike fence Bang it with a wrench While I take my ballsack and flick it like a light Like vice-president Pence up on my shit in a sidekick as I lay it on a spike strip
These are things that I'd rather do hear you on a mic Since nine-tenths of your rhyme is ice and Jesus Christ man, how many times is someone 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 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 loud 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 turn around and just be like "Man, how the fuck gonna get mad just 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 to myself and she'll love me (ooh) I mailed the bitch and said if I did that I'd be like everyone else in the fucking industry Especially an effing Recovery 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 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 I'm from will pummel you That's what comin' to What the fuck are you do, where you runnin' to? I'm gonna you and I'll take a number 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 in this bitch who want it
I guess when you walk into BK, you a Whopper You can order a pounder when you go to McDonald's But if you're lookin' to get a porterhouse you better go get
But y'all are acting like I tried to you up a slider Maybe the vocals should been auto-tuned and you would have bought it But sayin' I no longer got it you missed the line and never caught it 'Cause it went your head, because you're too stupid to get it 'Cause you're mentally retarded but to be the smartest your expertise and knowledge, but you'll never be an artist And I'm harder on than you could ever be, regardless What never be is flawless, all I'll ever be is honest Even when I'm gone gonna say I brought it Even when I hit my forties like a alcoholic With a bottle full of malt But I couldn't bottle this shit any The fact that I that I'ma hit my bottom if I don't Pull myself from the of defeat
And rise to my I don't see why even started with me I get My die I don't ceasefire till at all are deceased I'm eastside, be caught slippin' Now you see why I sleep Not even a wink, I don't I don't off, I don't even nod to the beats I don't even close my fuckin' eyes when I
"Aw, man! That BET cypher was weak, it was The Thing even orange Oh my God, a reach" to all my colorblind people Each and every one of If you call a fire green, aquamarine Or you think is pink "Dawg, a date" "Looks an olive to me" "Look, an apple" "No it's not, a peach!"
So finger-bang, Pootie Tang, Burger King, Gang Charlamagne hate anyway matter what I say Give me of the Day a way for 2018 to get underway But I'm gonna say that I wanna say
to the slaughterhouse, bitch! (yeah) Invite them in a one a day I'm not (preach) 'Cause I feel the beast of burden That line in the sand, was it worth it? 'Cause the way I see turnin' Is makin' it seem It's to defeat the purpose I'm my fan base shrink to thirds And I was just to do the right thing, but word Has the court of public opinion reached a Or still yet to be 'Cause I'm to be me, critique the worship But if I go back, I'd at least reword it And say I empathize with the people this evil serpent the dream to that he's deserted But I think workin' verses are makin' him a wee bit nervous And he's too scared to answer me words 'Cause he that he will lyrically get murdered
But I know at he's heard it 'Cause Agent Orange just sent the Service To meet in To see if I really think of 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, up, hold up) I said my is more meaty, a journalist can get a mouthful of flesh And yes, I eating a penis 'Cause they been my album to death So I been the media fingers Don't turn this to a counselling sesh But they been puttin' me through the So I ain't ironin' shit out the press But I just took this beat to the