Yo Yo, I'm gonna write down my thoughts and see where takes me. 'Cause I feel like I punch the world in the fuckin' face now
Let me explain just how to 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 press the issue just to get the out (blllt) Full could take Staples out Savage but ain't thinking 'bout no bank But bitch I'm off the chain Taylor Brown
Motherfucker, the fuck up when I'm talkin', lil' bitch I'm sorry, wait, what's your talent? Oh, My talent? Oh, bitch I don't who the fuck y'all are To a sub-par bar have an opinion if you, you mention me Millions of views, attention the I you, lose-lose for me, win-win for you of views, your ten cents are two Skim through the music to give a reviews To get clicks, but bitch, you just lit the Don't get misconstrued, 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 you're listening t-to Do you any idea how much I hate this choppy flow Everyone though? Probably no Get fuckin' audio out my Audi, yo, adios I can see why like Lil Yachty, but not me though Not even dissin', it just for me All I am simply is just an "Stan" just isn't your cup of tea Maybe cup's full of syrup and lean Maybe I need to up shit, shake the world up if it were up to me Paul me to chill, y'all want me to ill I should eat a pill, probably I Old me kill the new me, him bleed to death I breathe on the mirror, I see my breath Possibly I'm dead, I be possessed an evil spell, I'm E-V-I-L (evil, but spelled)
Jam a Crest white in the tip of my dick with an ice pick Stick it in a grip, hang it on a spike fence Bang it a pipe wrench While I take my ballsack and flick it like a switch Like vice-president Mike Back up on my in a sidekick as I lay it on a spike strip
These are that I'd rather do than hear you on a mic Since nine-tenths of rhyme is about ice and Jesus Christ man, how many times is someone gonna fuck on my (Fuck my side chick!) You never see Em icy, but as cold as I get on the M-I-C I shit so the Thames might freeze And your skull might split like I you upside it Bitch I got the club on smash like a (yeah)
Turn down for what? I loud enough Nah, the valium up 'Cause I don't know how I'm gonna get mouths to shut now When it doesn't what caliber I spit at I'll bet a hundred thousand you'll just turn around and be like "Man, how the fuck gonna get mad 'cause his album sucks and now he to take it out on us?" (ooh) But week, an ex-fan me a copy of The Mathers LP to tell me to study It'll help me get back to and she'll love me (ooh) I the bitch back and said if I did that I'd be like everyone else in the fucking industry Especially an effing clone of me
So finger-bang, chicken wang, MGK, Iggy Lil Pump, Lil Xan imitate Lil I should aim at in the game, pick a name I'm fed up being humble And is I'm hungry I'm sure you heard I heard you rumble like an empty stomach I heard mumbling but it's jumbled in mumbo-jumbo
The era I'm from will pummel you That's what comin' to What the are you gonna do, where you runnin' to? I'm gonna you and I'll take a number two And dump on you if you ain't If you ain't Kendrick or Or Sean then a goner I'm to bring it to anyone in this bitch who want it
I guess you walk into BK, you expect a Whopper You can order a quarter when you go to McDonald's But if you're lookin' to get a you better go get Revival
But y'all are acting like I tried to you up a slider Maybe the vocals should have been auto-tuned and you would have it But sayin' I no longer got it 'cause you missed the line and never it 'Cause it went over head, because you're too stupid to get it 'Cause mentally retarded but pretend to be the smartest With your expertise and knowledge, but never be an artist And I'm harder on myself than you could ever be, What I'll never be is flawless, all I'll ever be is when I'm gone they're gonna say I brought it Even I hit my forties like a fuckin' alcoholic With a bottle of malt liquor But I bottle this shit any longer The fact I know that I'ma hit my bottom if I don't Pull myself from the jaws of
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 doze off, I even nod to the beats I don't even close my eyes when I sneeze
"Aw, man! BET cypher was weak, it was garbage The Thing ain't even Oh my God, a reach" to all my colorblind people Each and one of y'all If you a fire engine 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 Doesn't matter I say Give me of the Day What a way for to get underway But I'm gonna say everything I wanna say
to the slaughterhouse, bitch! (yeah) Invite them in a one a day I'm not (preach) 'Cause I feel like the of burden That line in the sand, was it even it? the way I see people turnin' Is makin' it seem startin' to defeat the purpose I'm watchin' my fan shrink to thirds And I was just trying to do the thing, but word Has the court of opinion reached a verdict Or yet to be determined? 'Cause I'm determined to be me, the worship But if I could go back, I'd at reword it And say I empathize with the people this evil serpent the dream to that he's deserted But I think it's verses are makin' him a wee bit nervous And he's too to answer me with words 'Cause he knows that he will get murdered
But I at least he's heard it 'Cause Orange just sent the Secret Service To in person To see if I really of hurtin' him Or ask if I'm linked to I said, "Only it comes to ink and lyricists"
But my is more media journalists (Hold up, up, hold up) I said my beef is meaty, a journalist can get a mouthful of flesh And yes, I mean a penis 'Cause they been panning my to death So I giving the media fingers Don't wanna turn this to a sesh But they puttin' me through the ringer So I ironin' shit out with the press But I just took this beat to the