[Intro]
Yeah, uh
[Verse]
I done spent twenty whole years of givin' bitches the blues
I’ma little dude but I been killin' since middle school
When I listen to you, I'm really confused ’cause your lyrics are
Really shallow like you write 'em in ditches and kiddie pools
When I get in the booth, these niggas gettin' abused
So the decision to diss is not a decision to choose
Just be aware of what you gettin' into, I murder rappers
Like I'm Noah with the ark, I be killin' niggas in twos
I'm not the type to spit about all the shit that I do
'Cause my killings got video proof, bitches to prove
And niggas should really move, Jaleel got a flow so ill
It’s like I’m sick with the flu and syphilis, too
Shit, I ain't fi’in to lose, I'm so equipped with the tools
To kill a nigga, conceal it and give his children the news
Nigga, fuck Jacquees and the shit you hear in the news
I'm the king of R&B but ain't talkin’ rhythm and blues
When I say R&B, you know I'm talkin' 'bout rappin' and beats
I'm on the throne, y'all just havin' a seat
So when the waiter ask me what I'm havin' to eat
I'm grabbin' the beat, you know I'm in my bag like receipts
I spit fire, every time that I flow, the smoke billows
Y'all still sleepin' on me like sofas and throw pillows
Flow is so [?], cold, below zero
I'm real hard, you fake, fraud, a whole dildo
I never been a gangsta or a pussy, I'm a man, ho
Don't pull my strings or play, homie, I ain't no banjo
These damn hoes know I pack a punch, every damn throw
Any rapper could get this first and second-hand smoke
Pease tell all these trash ass rappers that they tracks' weak
Know you see me runnin' the shit just like my track meet
I'm stompin' all over this shit like I was a Black Greek
'Leel shit got more bounce than strippers' asscheeks
Lyrically, I feel like God's gift to the Earth
Really been that nigga since birth, niggas feelin's get hurt
Bird bitches will chirp, chillin' as I sit and I work
Put some shit in the hearse, every time I'm spittin' a verse
It's really tough to find another rapper tougher than this
I get premium smoke like I was puffin' the [?]
Smotherin' shit, really fuckin' and shit
And I don't even know a pedophile that could fuck with the kid
I'm killin' it, catchin' predators, sleepin' 'em, give 'em sedatives
Yo shit ain't really good, you just got a good [?]
Really with the shits, you won't find a better competitor
Stay on your guard, might pull your card, credit or debit ya (Heh)
It's cap season, y'all need cap [?]
Y'all niggas be cappin', I'm leavin' ya caps blazin'
Every track blazin', nigga, front and ya back blazin'
And I do this shit without hesitation, I lack patience (Huh)
I got bars to tell these niggas they tracks not it
Now kiss my ass, got a mistletoe in my back pocket
You whack, stop it, really, nigga, your track's not shit
You lack hot shit but I really got it
I kill rappers but I don't use no bullets or knives
I use a pen or a pencil, shit, I can't fully decide
I'm so prolific, shit, I could win me a Pulitzer Prize
I treat my lyrics like a gun so, when I pull it, surprise
Y'all turn white and gold, both, soon as y'all see me snappin'
Nigga, make this shit pop, all I'm missin' is the crackle
'Leel cereal with the bars, really like Rice Krispies
I'm nice, gotta rewind twice, ya might miss me
And y'all should neva eva try to diss me or try to [?] my style
'Cause my shit's so hard, my shit chip teeth, pipsqueek
Yo shit weak, don't try to step into that water with me
'Cause I'm the shit and you up Shit's Creek
