Yo, we recording?
(Yeah)
Okay
Hold on a minute
Let me stretch out
B to the R to the O to the O to the K to the S
To the B to the U to the F to the O to the R to the D
Yeah, God straight fucked up when he made me
Yeah, go ahead, buck up, grab that mic
Don't give a fuck if you scream all night
You ain't no rapper, quit that shit
Stick to surfboards, suck my dick
I came to clean house, punch and roundhouse
Rhyme and run mouth, straight from down south
That's why all of y'all punks got dropped
I'll be the first to say fuck rap rock
I'm pumping OutKast and Goodie Mob
What you know about "La Di Da"
Boogie Down and the history
How y'all came up, a mystery
I've lived this hip-hop shit my whole life
And it almost took my life
I'd die for this, bleed for this
You want this, I need this
Let the world go to hell, I still fill notebooks
And I know just how that coke cook
Couldn't come to the front, so I came to the back
With a bottle of Jack
Dog, I ain't stupid, go ahead, let's freestyle
I'll have you lookin' like a shit pile
The ATL version of 8 Mile
With a jumpsuit dipped in argyle
Bangin' four, five hoes in the back of a Rodeo
Driving down Rodeo
With a shotgun in my mind
MD 2020 one more time
One more flow, one more show
1,000,000, 199 To go
(Keep it real)
Nah, fuck that, make money
Try to buy up the whole country
Ain't afraid to die, so punch me
Even rhyme with my head cut off
Like a chicken, stickin' to my dreams
Everything ain't what it seems
Come on, dummy, run that game
Southern boy with a brain
You all slept, didn't you?
Whole bunch of me, none for you
I really hate to rub it in
But I got all my publishing
But anyway, bustin' on this mic
Better than smokin' on that pipe
Some they hate, some they like
Some they talk, some they bite
Monday mornin' to Sunday night
Let's get this party started right
Wrong
Break that bone, sing along
Doin' lines to the break of dawn
So the money gon' roll
Back up, that buck is mine again
Hijack the truck, a Heineken
Looks like it's time for a line again
Inhale my Klonopin
And I start to grin, and I start to dance
I'm spittin' until I'm takin' off my pants
I'm blowin' my whole goddamn advance
And we ain't gon' stop 'til the ambulance
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