(Verse)
I think I got a chance to make it right again
There’s too many words, am I a writer man?
I can’t even pump the brakes on the biker rims
‘Bout to make a swing through the town like I be spider man
Guess who’s back as a rapper and yes it’s actually happening
The immaculate bastard is coming back in the Vatican
Thanks for asking but your questions practically never matter bitch I ain’t having it
I’ll snap and kill you back like an accident
I am just a butcher
I’ll slaughtered you into halves again
And put you back into an open casket so your dad can get the last look at seeing what happened
I’m even bad or even worse than Jeffrey Dahmer, Jack the Ripper, or Eddy Gien
I’m bout to just let my shit loose
Better call up Issa to see if maybe she’ll lend me views
I’m stepping over to who?
What did he say he would do?
No way in hell I be getting dissed by a phony like you
Ah shit
You bout to get a whole ear full
I’m here till someone shuts me up but I’ll never be fearful
I’m trying to steer my car but it’s like getting rear pulled
Scary how I had nine beers though
The only pressure that I get is when I am peered yo
Watch me find a bitch searching back at this year’s show
I’ll probably fuck her then kick her out of my damn sight
Kinda like that Chiefs running back who took a kick like a field goal
I know you probably tired of seeing
So many white ass MC’s who think that they all they can be
But the difference between me and them other rappers you see
Is I don’t rap about the money nor drip or the lean
I rap about stupid shit that’s sort of mixed in between
The personal shit or the fact that I ain’t ever succeed
But fuck what you need
I’m tired of this begging and greed
You can suck my fucking dick straight from your hands and your knees
So glue your face to the screen I’m basically as great as it’s seems
I’m patiently waiting my fame to hit the sake of TV
You won’t embrace it as me I’m taking the game to extreme
You just a fake fucking Shady hating on rappers who clean
Oh man, I’m sorry to be so fucking angry and green
I just hate that I see so many players that be like fuck it
I’ll make a track that only captures the beat
Mumble through your raps acting like you barely can read
But look
Ariana needs her ass in checked
‘Cause her bastard ex almost took like his last of breaths
She’s been pulling the same shit since Mac has left
Keep telling yourself that it was just an accident
I guess these relationships are fucking wack as shit
One day you falling in love the next you asking him you space
Nobody could imagined this
You lose trace of the fact of what’s happening
I’m only bashing these artists I know are fake and retarded
Take their smartest remarks for the fucking sake of restarting
I’m getting hard as a mother fucker you see what you started
Don’t even bother I don’t even wanna deal with your garbage
I’m getting tired of y’all fucks not thinking I’m tough
I’ll shove a bomb up a pregnant sluts butt and let it erupt
Fuck Trump
I got balls to walk to that cunt
Pull down my fucking trunks and proceed to taking a dump
No one’s safe when I’m on the hunt taking pictures of you
I’m the simplest dude
Feeling like I’ve been misconstrued
Holding a gun to your temple wishing I listened to you?
Fuck the gun I’ll use a freaking knife and stick it in you
Come back an hour later l with some salt and sprinkle the wound
Pack my bags I’m ‘bout to leave I got some business to do
Calling out them local artists I ain’t finished with you
I got the mic ready to shoot like I’m Nicholas Cruz ooh
Was that a bit too soon?
I guess I got carried away from all the shit that I do
But don’t get it confused though
You can do what you do and I won’t bother you unless you give me a reason to
You fucking, whatever