JID
Prof. Oak
[Verse 1: JID]
Yeah-ah
Picture a n***a steppin' into the game that's already lit
Just add a little coal to flame it
Lame n***as, I gotta put it in layman's terms?
I'm finna murder you n***as, you better spread the word
I bled words 'till my head would hurt
The first to say, it hurts to say, I said it first
Live life like a baby that was dead at birth
But came alive and fucked the nurses
If you don't like it tell a n***a "jump" if you feelin' Kermit
If you sleepin' on me we can make it permanent
And leave 'em stinkin, he a really permeatе, he really reeking
J.I.D or call me Williе Beamen
But I'm 'bout the team, everybody eatin'
If it's down to me, I'ma do some shit n***as ain't never seen
Bitch, I dunk the three
Ashton Kutcher, who's punkin' me?
J.I.D the butcher, who want the beef?
Chop arm, leg, head, package meat
Sacrificial lamb, satisfactory
Smack him with the hand, don't talk back to me
I'ma be the man, I'ma kill a king
I done been a fan, now I need wings
I done see your hand, now I need a -ah
Fee-fi-fo-fum, monster come, King Kong rumble
Young man, rumble in the jungle, trees tumble
Bees bumble, weed crumble, yeah
Sling slung, wood lumber in the hood
Sister, mother, freaky fucker, Kidney Puncher, Willy Wonka
Pussy purified, Lake Minnetonka, yeah
C'est la vie, J.I.D
Say I B-E-S-T with the R-A-Ps and R.I.P
Your rhymes sound O-L-D, I'm co-l-d
And I ain't drop no LP, I'm so OD
I know OGs, drop flows, they was so LD
I make a play, n***a, Odell B
Make a way, get his old LC
Until they sob, but let us pray and let us eat
[Verse 2: Ski Mask The Slump God]
Umm, bad with my aim when I cum
Your bitch want meat, my filet-mignon
I hide the kids deep in her throat
Lettin' it go on her body, no bum
Smokin' on Afghan, matter fact, Saddam
No ceilings like Weezy, but she feeling linen
'Cause I turn the chicken up into a picket
But fuck all that drama, you can meet my llama

[Verse 3: Lil Uzi Vert]
I met some homies make a night what I signed for
But that's okay, I stack my money, make it times four
Look at my shoes, yeah, you know them things be Tom Ford
Lil Uzi, July 31st, born in '94
All these boys hatin' on me, that's why I got this nine for
But you know I run the game just like I'm an athlete
Better yet, not an athlete, runnin' just like a track of me
Told that girl that she can't see me or can't meet me
Told that boy he can dress like me, but he can't be me
Told that boy I don't see no competition like I'm Stevie
And yeah, I don't believe in the devil, but I play with them Ouijas
Alright, hotter than wasabi, everybody know that
Huh, same class as my n***a 21 and Kodak
Huh, told that girl I got them diamonds on my teeth, that's Kodak
Better smile for me, huh, yeah, you better get wild for me
[Verse 4: Ski Mask the Slump God]
Black diamonds like Kony, matter fact, Obama
My jewelry so water water like Osama
Got bitches on bitches lovin' it, McDonalds
I keep it 300 like a n***a Sparta
I feel like Darth Vader, n***a, I'm your father, uh
Dodging cop car like a Frogger, uh
Flashy like lights on a router, uh
I just say "water!", I'm out here, haha

[Bridge: Kanye West]
*Donda Narcisstic Guitar*

[Verse 5: Tyler, the Creator]
Rappin' as I'm mockin' deaf rock stars
Wearin' synthetic wigs made of Anwar's dreadlocks
Bedrock, harder than a motherfuckin' Flintstone
Making crack rocks outta pussy n***a fishbones (Haha)
This n***a Jasper tryin' to get grown
About five, seven of his bitches in my bedroom (Hey)
Swallow the cinnamon, I'ma scribble this sin and shit
While Syd is tellin' me that she's been getting intimate with men
(Syd, shut the fuck up)
Here's the number to my therapist (Shit)
You tell him all your problems