[Intro]
Man, here we go again
Hey! Pa** me that sawed-off
[Hook: The Showboys samples, repeating]
Yeah that should be fun
My sawed-off shotgun'll blow out yo chest
[Verse 1]
I lost so many homies since my last song
I'm goin' through some sh** that I can't mention
Rappers they threatin' my life on the mic
f** yo opininios, get outta yo feelings
I'm from where they put a bullet hole behind yo ear
(?) sh** that we ain't tryin' to hear
Around here it ain't safe 'round this time of year
Where you at gon' change sh** what you hear
Manson n***a, I'm obsessed with the violence
Equipped with the (?) potatoe for silence
Shots fired, I man-up to the challenge
Pull up, make 'em do the Mannequin challenge
f** what you heard, you a s**er for lust
You a s**er, no love, end up covered in blood
Turn the club to the morgue for the money and d**
... I make you eat yo words
Matchbox, cadaver (?) in yo backyard
Let's rap, n***a got robbed tryin' to act hard
I'm a rap star, I'm a rap god this that Devil Shyt
Got n***as hatin' on me that I never met
Where yo a** was at when we was broke
Smokin' loose cigarettes?
So when I reminisce, I gotta represent
I don't f** with you, no disrespect
If you a f** n***a, this ain't that
I got a Tommy drum for a Uncle Tom
f** the police and the president
This Lil Jack, you get hold off
Talk that sh** to my sawed-off
You ain't no k**a n***a (?)
(Yeah that should be fun)
My n***as tellin' me to chill
Other half tellin' me k** or be k**ed
I (?) roll with some k**as for real
Once they (?) just say that I live
Robbed a whole lot of these n***as for real
(?) n***as, you know who you is
I really hear them voices in my head
Tellin' me I'm the greatest (?) ribs
You ride around with that fake hoe
... if I say so
...
... you are not Drake hoe
You go to jail and get (?)
Now they callin' you Beyonce
Gorilla my n***a on runway
I'm goin' crazy - Kanye
[Hook: The Showboys samples, repeating]
Yeah that should be fun
My sawed-off shotgun'll blow out yo chest
[Verse 2]
I keep (?) Lucifer talkin' to me
Tellin' me "put his corpse in a closed casket"
Roll where yo show (?) with the Louisville Slugger - Bo Jackson
Rappers think this role wrestling
Well I'm King Jerry Lawler, I pull down a strap
f** a punchline, you get flatlined
Don't never write a rap about Jack
Blow a n***a head off, drop it out on the freeway
(?) sellin' (?) rappin' on eBay
Used to rap on the yard with the (?)
You're not a real n***a Young M.A
n***as brainwashed, get ya game up
Before I change up, I get it gamed up
f** a rap deal, b**h I'm underground
I'll blow yo brains out on my ground
(Yeah that should be fun)
I still got old money, got n***as who stole from me
Act like I owe 'em something
Keep it 100 down, I throw you somethin'
n***a must think I'm a hoe or somethin'
I got hoe money, know n***as who told on me
These rap n***as know I'm bumpin'
sh** on these n***as, they 40 somethin'
Keep that 40 dumpin'
Body bag flaugin' a** n***as need polygraphs
I can get you stepped for my autograph
I heard that sh** you recorded
I think this n***a retarded
I blame the sh** that he snortin'
Candle lit pentagrams
Satan sold me his soul, I'm a business man
Mind yo business, man
Stick a straw in the whole quarter kilogram
West Memphis Boogeyman
f** a rap b**h, I fall off in yo crib
(?) b**h I will put one in yo head
You can drop a mixtape ... yo sh** then yo sh** weak
You ain't gone bust sh** but a nut
Choppers sound like Desiigner (BRRRRAAAAH!)
This is a friendly reminder: I KILL YOU