Razor Freestyle (Bad Guy)

[Verse 1]

Go ahead, pop off

Me and my clique put on

I'm like a young McMahon

I'm here to get your Bischoff (Woo!)

Like I'm Ric Flair, middle finger to the big boss man

Aka police, guess I'm over your head like guitars

Kill these niggas that's no problem, chill these niggas want no problem

That chopper body like Hornswoggle, can't see who shot 'em like Sin Cara

Roll it up if that shit loud, it ain't mine if that shit not

Ladies hate when I Rick Rude, but they in love with that Jake Rob

Sike nah, say hello to my python

I'm CM Punk with that mic y'all

She go to sleep cause my pipe bomb

Winnin', plus I be hurting feelings

Niggas is Curtis Axel, my rap is like Curt Henning

Innit? Don't it? I'm such a charmer

Come Crown Vic, not talkin' whip, I'm thinkin' Lawler

Cause I'm royalty, but we talkin' cars, she's not a problem

Just bought two big bodies, call 'em Kamala and Umaga

Whattup? You talkin' to the bad guy

My Gangrel but I ain't ever been no vampire

Look at all that ice he had on, bigger than an IC title

Lookin' out my pill man cause I still feel like Flyin' Brian

Who high as I am, who fly as I am?

Life is a bitch but you this rich it's more than likely Chyna

Get it? Strong ass ho, niggas say they want that smoke

Well I'm Papa Shango, cause I be high but playin' low

Get a ganja, no steamboat

And I'm fly as a cross body but I'm tired of saying so

So I do so with new producers and a slew of my latest verses

And I'm ruthless like Rusev, move or be through with you niggas first

Get back to work

[Hook]

You're talkin' to the bad guy

Yeah chico, you're talkin' to the

Yeah chico, you're talkin' to the bad guy

I'm too sweet, I dare you niggas act fly

Yeah chico, you're talkin' to the bad guy

Yeah chico

Yeah chico, you're talkin' to the bad guy

Toothpick in your eye (spits)

I'm that guy

[Verse 2]

Hey yo (Where my chain, where my chain?)

Something happened to these something happened to you, okay?

Hey yo, don't look like no Daniel B, but they seein' me as a GOAT, look

Hey yo, something happened to these something happened to you, okay?

Hey yo, you countin' your little beads, my nigga my cheese more

Can I bother you with this rhymin'? Man I father niggas with rhymin'

Heard they talkin' right from the sideline like a part of me been declinin'

Nigga are you often with liars? Beside that I got no choice

Rather be Heath Slater before I make it a Doink

My point: I'd rather job than have my morals expired

Niggas gettin' back they bribe cause I ain't told in a while, haaaa

Is you mad or nah?

Is you rappin' to rap? She wrap my cigar

Light it up because I'm grateful I just made it this far

Yall just so pale in comparison, it's a shame, it's a problem

I'm so over forever, now make stadiums pop

Niggas sweet like they really real but be faker than raw

Oh nah, they flaw, I got 'em

Oh please, Dwayne Johnson been number two 'round these parts

Oh nah, you know why?

Because most of my OG's in the eighties made a movie with rock

Stop, let's talk

[Hook]