Animals (Pt. I)

Look, please don't bring no scared business to me
I fear no man, no handholdin', banana clips of chimpanzee
They rip at me, the tip ain't cheap, the dick ain't free
I ain't no bitch, a bitch ain't me
I beat up beats, I been upbeat
You bet on me, you bet on me? Who better than me?
You better believe it never could be, I'm ready to eat

They better get it ready for me, I'm killin' the scene
They gotta get a medical team, the gun a machine
The tongue is a gun that come with a beam
It come in the red, it come in the green
And somebody scared 'cause nobody seen it
Get 'em a bed and get 'em a king
And get a machete, give it a swing
I'm thinkin' of deadly thing's, r-r-r-red drink
Red rum (uh), red rum, one (look)
Five, one, eight (uh), seven punch

Look alive, little nigga, they been livin' a lie
I never believe the song that said they could fly
The last nigga I seen tried it, did it and died
Get a better disguise, you ain't figured it out
Niggas ain't tryin' to get victimized
I got a pit and a clip, finna sick the boy
Don't nobody wanna get sent to God
Stay hit through the meat like shish kebab (hey)

Take it up with a boss, man, I'm good at my job
It's not a walk in the park 'cause I'm in a metropolis
I'm lost in the thought but escapin' the darkness
Caught the broad daylight sun, and popped it
Felt the force and found my flow, the faucet
Kept the course ahead, no matter the cost
I only eat what I kill, do away with the carcass
Monster dreadlockness, similar concepts

A dreadlockness monster (a monster)

I'm a crazy man, I had to get into the game again
I'm seein' the lights and lookin' at the lay of the land
I'm in command like I'm Jayden Daniels, breakin' in
Can't evade a vandal, nigga, save the scandal
Service candle lit 'cause your man a bitch
I tried to understand but I'm lackin' the bandwidth
A rock in a hard place, a crack in a sandwich
The cards I was handed determined the gambit

It made me the man but it turned me to Manson
Son of a madman Max, minimal chances
Shakin' the hand, white man takin' the taxes
Suit and a tie, not fly, ride in the back of a taxi
I feel like Tyrese Maxey, I'm a zone sixer
But I'm a hell of an athlete
Doin' the rap shit, take a look at the rap sheet
Niggas are random, raspy, hit with a black queen

Angela Bassett, put a tab of acid on your tongue
I ain't ever takin' a bump
But I can put it in a package and give me a lump sum
Then put it in a bag in the back of a trunk
I heard thump, thump, thump, thump bangin' the bass
I'm breakin' the bread to breakfast, I'm bringin' the bacon
Slingin' the sausage, crackin' the egg over your face
I'm half amazin', half man and half alien (yeah, man)

Patience paper thin, I plant a flag in every place I'm in
Pace has been immense, it's not a race, but I've been chasin' it
Been unforsaken, only placin' faith in the hands that turn
A staff into a snake and then a snake into a staff again
The average couldn't start to establish the type of bag I'm in
The nappiest East Atlanta
Rappin' erratic, righteous, and ratchet
'Cause that's what's happenin'
Yellin' from the mountain so loud
It could start an avalanche

We in Babylon by the way, you brother be babblin'
You out of chances, I can't overextend an olive branch
Fuck the bargainin', we bargin' in, let the car spin
Push a Porsche with the 911 like I'm Micah Parsons
When attackin' a target, have a sack when they sent the blitz
It's a rapid departure, real rappers cease to exist
Like it's open season, soon as they seen him, it's, "Oh, shit"
Baow, baow, eight-one like Kobe in '06

Head bowed, pray for him while you load this 45th
23, y'ain't started, but hit Jordan with the Pippen assist
Another plot is just a twist in the script
If we beefin', let's get into some old biblical shit
Ain't no tweetin', see you, goodnight, and then proceed with a kiss
For the dead, watch for the threads, niggas can't bleed on my fit
Put to bed, now we Eve and Steve, Keep a Stephen A. Smith
And a Wess', fuck all that screamin', shit beat in your chest

Mama said, "Mentality breeds into a seed of success"
And I'm between it, but best believe, I ain't perceivin' no threats
With allegiance, alliance, leave me out of y'all shit
I'm a lion, I'm lyin', relax
You know the facts of the sleepin' giant, align me with that
Nigga, Goliath's a bitch, hit with a rock in the sack
My nigga ride with a shtick, flippin' a rock in a- (what?)
Nothin' too hard to predict, know shit been hard where you at
But if I lost you, then I'd bring it back

I beat up a beat like a drum machine, did somethin' to me
You don't wanna go and bump into me
I jump into beef so comfortably, I'm not comfortable
With no conflict, I've come for the bull
Give me them horns, give me that rosebush, give me them thorns
I'm another breed, I'm a different animal
Y'all make me yawn like a strand of wool (uh)

I'm intangible but your hands are full
And your lil' underpants are pulled
All the way down to your ankles
You gettin' spanked and I'm your father
Told ya I'm a soldier
I just showed up in a wife-beater
Tank and I'ma demolish

I always said what I didn't
Have a dime to my name and lived in squalar
"If I had three quarters, two dimes and a nickel
I wouldn't change for a dollar"
But I signed 50 Cent and put him in my piggy bank
And I ain't gonna apolo-gize to you

For what the fuck I do
My advice to you, get five bazookas
Some type of nuke, a knife, a Ruger
The size of two guns

'Cause I'm sprayin' the Rossi like I'm NWA in a posse
Just like L Ren, Dre and them taught me
Man, look at all the mayhem I'm causin'
That's probably why I stay in the hot seat
With these magazines, I act out like Ye and his cousin
Lil' cocksucker, I'm sprayin' and bustin'
Your shit sucks dick, stop sayin' it doesn't

That's probably the reason there's nothin'
You've bodied of recent
I feel like I just walked in and seen
You naked 'cause you not even decent
Get ripped like my school clothin'
Like a sleepin' cow, I'm bulldozin'
A rap god since my socks were holey
Was on that block like a soccer goalie

Ma' could not control me, Glocks I'm totin'
Lock and loadin', rock and rollin', rock a Rollie
Guacamole, mostaccioli, like this flow
You're out of pocket, homie
Y'all could only hope to catch the flow
But if you know, you know
I told you hoes to slow your rolls before you go and throw
Your whole career up in the toilet bowl, enjoy the G.O.A.T.

This my house of horrors, like a brothel
I done put Ja Rule, do it like law school
Keepin' it stacked like pancakes on waffles
So many plaques from Belgium, got a waffle
In fact, you would hate my walls, they're awful
They call me Marshall but I'm unlawful
Is it Groundhogs Day or deja vu?
Won't stop, period, post-menopausal

Go so postal that most postmen'll pause, I'll
Slaughter the rhyme, these flows gonna boggle the mind
Y'all get in line, you're talkin' to Einstein
Fuck walk on the line, I'm joggin' it
I'm a cross between a dog and a juvenile
This motherfuckin' child is funky to be poppin' the most
Wildest junk and I'm known as the prick that's

Not to fuck with
Call me erectile dysfunction
My ballistic missile is launchin'
I'm wildin' like Seven Mile and Runyon
Bunch of violent gunmen
I do it like Puff do it
Tell my hitters to hit 'em up, do it
So like my middle fin'ers to a 2Pac song
You know that I put 'em up to it

12 gauge at the age of 12
Caged up cell, rage up and raisin' hell
Like I'm Joe, Jam Master Jay and Daryl, brace yourself
It's about to be a fuckin' shootout like the OK Corral
Bounty on me like a paper towel
They want me to go on the straight and narrow
Like the same shape that they make an arrow

Never sellout for the fame and wealth
Dave Chappelle of the rap game, I'm never gonna play myself
Closest I ever came's "8 Mile" but the fuckin' pain I felt
When I lost "Proof", couldn't explain how the devil came down
Then in one fell, he swooped, look at how foul he's stooped
Had to throw in that towel, regroup
Like Sean O'Malley, still that mouthy youth

This here the finale, try to rally troops, better round
Up and corral recruits
But no matter how many you tally to surround these two
You gon' fuck around and find out just what the fuck we about
When you see, you see how we shoot
And I ain't talkin' about how we hoop
When you layup in a motherfuckin' alley, oops

It's like a Xanadu for every Xan' I do
What I plan to do is take a pink and a blue
Hand a few to me, I'll brutally damage you
I could never stand to lose, I'm bananas
You motherfuckers can't do it sicker than I do
You couldn't get rid of this shit with Tamiflu
Cannibals, you little bitch, me and JID are
Just like bestiality, we fuckin' animals

I'm back and I'm body baggin' 'em
Toe-taggin' 'em in the back of a Volkswagen
And draggin' them hoe bags
And I'm throat gaggin' 'em
'Til I get thrown back in the paddy wagon
And back on the Prozac
And I know that, but I'm so bad with a notepad
That it don't matter, the G.O.A.T.'s. back
Finna go at anyone
Who got the gonads or cojones, yeah