I'm so bossy bitch get off me
Finna take it all finna take your car keys
And watch me park your grandmomma's RV
And look so dope doing it, hard to ignore me
So whore please, Peep this D when you barking
You must be off this fuckin StarBuck's cofee
I'm hardly marking, the newest dark beats
And walk this damn pit to Mike Vick's party
You gayer than Ru Paul's barbies
Your raps stink like Biz fuckin Markie
Take another red cup, keep your fucking head up
And chug until you're fed up
Blame it on the stress say why you depressed
Smoke some fucking sess, Hold the fucking tech
Let it rip, no bullets left
What?, bitch we too drunk, we ain't tryna grow up
So hold up, you know what? You really showed up?
Grab the strap and load up, Blast him till' he pour blood
Yeah that's poor blood like Magic, yeah it's fucking tragic
But this weed fantastic, hurry up and pass it
And the microphone crush, ballistic trauma
So I'm tryna roll up on this n***a poppa
Yeah she fucking warned him, I'm just getting warmed up
Finna do a front flip, didn't know this n***a head getting shit like this
Yeah yah fucking mind switch when I spit, It's complex
It's a fucking convex, Bat signal melted right on my chest
Yeah that's how I like it, I'm the dark knight yeah you picked the wrong fight bitch take ya fucking white ass back across

Hook: Motherfuckers can't rhyme no more, bout crime no more

8 Mile with a fake smile, and the hate vibe but we still shine cause we black gold, and we act old, but we mad cold, and we mad bold bitch

How many bars was that yo?

Johnny Tombs: Yo Mc from the 9-7-3 J Tombs
We coming straight for you
Run up in your house
Tom and Jerry cat and mouse
Slaughter the spouse
Leave the place empty
Take the fucking couch
Without a doubt we clear you out
Place so dry it's a fucking drought out and about
So I'm all about my C.R.E.A.M
Fuck a team, they don't wanna see you follow your dream
It's a major scheme, but they can't fuck with my rhyming scheme
I'm coming with my pen, thinking of a master plan, YZ, Rakim
This a masterpiece, close them sheets, Hold them cheese, Upon the breeze, who getting beat, take a seat
Please....shit
Cause Garden State put numbers on the board
If they can't fuck with it, It's probably cause the flows are hard
With so much gore, so much more
All these n***as just snore in bore

Outro: (Maya Angelou)
Everyone in the world has gone to bed one night or another with fear, or pain, or loss
Or disappointment, and yet each of us has awaken and risen
Somehow made our ablution's seeing other human beings
And said, "morning how are you, fine thanks and you?"
It's amazing, why ever that abides in a human being