Motor Mouth

Message Put my phone in there Sin city Yeah Only the strong survive in the land of the beast I can't feel where I sleep I can't shit where I eat I'm so gone Sin city Baby I'm a ratchet I don't bury hatchets I just bury bodies AK or shotty Pull up to your 'rari Nigga think he gnarly But not me Br-br-br-br, yo New phone who dis? It's my nigga Peggy on the other line He said, "These niggas pressed for the pussy Trying to be rappers, I just don't know why" Niggas can't rap so they just act Never seen a brick but they want trap Always in my face trying to give dap Now watch Peggy turn all your leaders Into motherfucking hashtags Bitch, I'm on the cash grab I ain't brown I'm a black man Swinging all up in your girl crib like I'm Batman Keep that whack shit in the trash can Hype beast chinks wanna be black so bad Hey, nice to meet ya Fucked your girl and gave you a feature You call it lust? I call it ether But I'll take that free pizza I got a motor Motor, motor, motor, motor On my mouth I'm a coder Coder, coder, coder Killing for the south Fuck your friends Fuck your intelligence Bitch, I'm at your crib With your chick And she all on my dick You can't fuck with this Cause I'm always Always, always, always Walking with my nine Wanna try me Try me, try me Bitch, I always got the time Up in this Bitch, I'm making hits All in my apartment I pay my rent Down to the dollars and cents Your girl keep whispering (bih?) She said Baby, (talk to you) I wanna do (talk to you) All the (talk to you) Things your (talk to you) Man won't do I'll do it for you (talk to you) (Talk to you, talk to you) I said Baby (baby) I wanna do (wanna do) All the (all the) Things your man won't do (Talk to you, talk to you) I'll do them for you (Talk to you, talk to you) Oh my god it's a new man Coming outside with the rock like Hujan I sell to the blue man I sell to the babies I sling to the Klux Klan I don't take chances I rap like a panther You rap like you want answers Even If I had cancer I'd spit to the death And change my name to "Bald head propaganda" You don't know what you wanna be So you sing like Aubrey And spit like a wannabe But bitch, I'm what you want to be I rap with the spirit of Cube and P. Easy I can't help that you not a factor No service, you sprint I lap you No offense to Adam Sandler But I had enough of this Jewish actor Got a motor Motor, motor, motor, motor On my mouth I'm a coder Coder, coder, coder Killing for the south Fuck your prince Fuck your intelligence Bitch, I'm at your crib With your bitch And she all on my dick You can't fuck with this Bitch, I'm always Always, always, always Walking with my nine Wanna try me Try me, try me Bitch I always got the time Oh shit Drop my nine If you touch it It's a crime Niggas want me Come and get me Bitch, I shine Bitch, I shine I ain't hiding From no nigga "-ine, as our guest speaker this morning for three reasons. A gentleman, he loves Jesus, he has a compelling life story, and he is a distinguished man of science and healing. We hope that he can help us sort some things out. May I introduce, the director of Pediatric Neurosurgery at one of the world's great hospitals, Johns Hopkins in Baltimore, Doctor Benjamin Carson Sr." (Applause) "Thank you."