Yo Yo, I'm gonna write down my thoughts and see where this me. I feel like I wanna punch the world in the fuckin' right now
Let me explain just how to greatness out the gate, I'm 'bout to break you down Ain't no mistakes allowed, but make no mistake I'm To rape the alphabet, I may some brows If I press the issue just to get the out (blllt) Full magazine take Staples out Savage but ain't 'bout no bank account But bitch I'm off the chain like Brown
Motherfucker, the fuck up when I'm talkin', lil' bitch I'm sorry, wait, what's talent? Oh, critiquin' My talent? Oh, bitch I don't know who the y'all are To a sub-par bar Even have an opinion if you, you me Millions of views, the news I you, lose-lose for me, win-win for you Billions of views, your ten are two Skim through the music to a shit reviews To get clicks, but bitch, you just lit the get misconstrued, business as us' Shit-list renewed, so get to do Or get dissed 'cause I just get what the fuck half the shit is that you're listening t-to Do you have any idea how much I hate choppy flow Everyone though? Probably no Get this audio out my Audi, yo, adios I can see why like Lil Yachty, but not me though Not even dissin', it ain't for me All I am is just an emcee Maybe "Stan" just your cup of tea Maybe your cup's full of and lean Maybe I to stir up shit, preferably shake the world up if it up to me Paul wants me to chill, want me to ill I should eat a pill, probably I Old me the new me, watch him bleed to death I breathe on the mirror, I don't see my Possibly I'm dead, I must be Like an spell, I'm E-V-I-L (evil, but spelled)
Jam a Crest white in the tip of my dick with an ice pick Stick it in a vice grip, it on a spike fence Bang it with a wrench While I take my ballsack and flick it a light switch Like vice-president Pence Back up on my shit in a as I lay it on a spike strip
These are things that I'd rather do hear you on a mic Since nine-tenths of your is about ice and Jesus Christ man, how many times is someone gonna on my bitch? (Fuck my side chick!) You will never see Em icy, but as cold as I get on the I polarize shit so the might freeze And your skull might split like I bashed you it I got the club on smash like a nightstick (yeah)
Turn for what? I ain't loud enough Nah, the valium up 'Cause I don't know how I'm gonna get your to shut now it doesn't matter what caliber I spit at I'll bet a thousand bucks you'll just turn and just be like "Man, how the fuck sourpuss get mad just 'cause his sucks and now he to take it out on us?" (ooh) But week, an ex-fan mailed me a of The Mathers LP to tell me to study It'll help me get to myself and she'll love me (ooh) I mailed the bitch back and said if I did I'd just be like everyone in the fucking industry Especially an effing Recovery of me
So finger-bang, chicken wang, MGK, Iggy Lil Pump, Lil Xan imitate Lil I should aim at everybody in the game, pick a I'm fed up with being And is I'm hungry I'm sure you heard I you wanna rumble like an empty stomach I heard mumbling but it's jumbled in mumbo-jumbo
The era I'm from will pummel you That's what comin' to What the fuck are you gonna do, where you to? I'm gonna you and I'll take a number two And dump on you if you ain't If you ain't or Cole Or then you're a goner I'm 'bout to bring it to anyone in this who want it
I guess when you walk BK, you expect a Whopper You can a quarter pounder when you go to McDonald's But if lookin' to get a porterhouse you better go get Revival
But y'all are acting like I to serve you up a slider Maybe the should have been auto-tuned and you would have bought it But sayin' I no longer got it 'cause you missed the line and caught it 'Cause it went your head, because you're too stupid to get it 'Cause you're retarded but pretend to be the smartest With expertise and knowledge, but you'll never be an artist And I'm harder on myself than you could be, regardless What never be is flawless, all I'll ever be is honest Even I'm gone they're gonna say I brought it Even when I hit my forties like a alcoholic With a bottle of malt liquor But I bottle this shit any longer The fact that I know that I'ma hit my bottom if I myself from the jaws of defeat
And to my feet I see why y'all even started with me I get My die I don't ceasefire till at least all are I'm eastside, never be slippin' Now you see why I sleep Not even a wink, I blink I don't doze off, I don't even nod to the I don't even close my fuckin' eyes when I
"Aw, man! That BET was weak, it was garbage The Thing even orange Oh my God, a reach" to all my colorblind people Each and every one of If you call a fire green, aquamarine Or you water is pink "Dawg, a date" "Looks like an to me" "Look, an apple" "No not, it's a peach!"
So finger-bang, Tang, Burger King, Gucci Gang gonna hate anyway Doesn't what I say me Donkey of the Day What a way for to get underway But I'm say everything that I wanna say
to the slaughterhouse, bitch! (yeah) Invite in like a one a day I'm not (preach) 'Cause I feel like the of burden That line in the sand, was it even it? the way I see people turnin' Is makin' it seem It's startin' to the purpose I'm watchin' my fan base to thirds And I was just to do the right thing, but word Has the court of opinion reached a verdict Or yet to be determined? 'Cause I'm determined to be me, critique the But if I could go back, I'd at least it And say I with the people this evil serpent sold the dream to that he's deserted But I think it's These verses are him a wee bit nervous And he's too scared to me with words 'Cause he knows he will lyrically get murdered
But I at least he's heard it 'Cause Agent Orange just sent the Service To in person To see if I think of hurtin' him Or ask if I'm to terrorists I said, "Only it comes to ink and lyricists"
But my beef is media journalists (Hold up, hold up, up) I my beef is more meaty, a journalist They can get a of flesh And yes, I mean eating a 'Cause they been panning my to death So I been giving the fingers Don't turn this to a counselling sesh But they been puttin' me through the So I ironin' shit out with the press But I just took this to the cleaners