[Verse 1: Nigel Frankenstein]
It's that black nigga that they all hate
But the one that they talk about that's gonna be great
I don't feed into it, I just throw it all up
At the Dave & Busters in my undies screaming "I don't give a fuck"
Turn the lights on or you can't see him
Shitting on America but say European (you're a peein')
(you get it? like pee, shit, like, okay, nevermind, fuck it)
Catch me like HIV or your favorite STD
Magic Johnson swag so nothing can ever kill me
Fuck paper, I'll write this song on my own skin
Having a three-way with death and Natalie Nunn's chin
Do hoes have hands? Yeah, cuz none of 'em feel me
I just wanna kick it like Jackie Chan and Bruce Lee
I mean I just want a chick with thick hips and nice lips
And every time she bleeds we don't fight like I'm a crip
Youjizz.com over my history
These lyrics are a blessing, they should be up in your ministry
But I take a quick break, beat Dee in 2K, then hand it to Drew to get my casa blanca
You got ta potty? (anybody gotta pee) before I take off
Because I know I be doing shit that piss niggas way off
Like chilling with white women, with waters with light lemon
Who do a little sinnin' for a little cinnamon
Cuz if a white man's no is a black man's maybe
Then a white man's Ferrari is a black man's Mercedes
Scottie Pippen music runnin' through my blood
New Levi's on my legs, no wonder why there was a flood
Don't want these hoes, clothes, or the fame
I'm droppin' dimes on you niggas, I'm changing the game
[Verse 2: DMFBrown]
Yeah, uhh, yeah
This that shit that your pastor's been preachin' bout
The gospel that rap baptists go 'head and read aloud
Gettin' twisted with Christian bitches and thinkin' how
These rap actors are ass-backwards as chickens on the prowl
You possess no ability of slowing me down
With this hyperspace, fast-paced, flowetry sound
I am openly crowned, though I hope to astound
Those folks who don't know the most potent around
Flow so dope, these souls been addicted
Hoes no clothes making eggs Benedict
And my excrement is most excellent
Flow so cold like a bleeding anemic
Puking up tracks, my team seems bulimic
Get Mary-Kate Olsen to come be in the remix
I apologize if I seem to be a penis
It's probably because I just go so hard
Face it, my statements blatantly engulf us all
Like napalm bomb heavy air assault
Angelina could't even try and spare the salt
Hated for making greatness, breaking herb and pearling papers
Faced with the rage of girls who seem to hurl at my relations
Like medical professionals.. fuck it
It's that black nigga that they all hate
But the one that they talk about that's gonna be great
I don't feed into it, I just throw it all up
At the Dave & Busters in my undies screaming "I don't give a fuck"
Turn the lights on or you can't see him
Shitting on America but say European (you're a peein')
(you get it? like pee, shit, like, okay, nevermind, fuck it)
Catch me like HIV or your favorite STD
Magic Johnson swag so nothing can ever kill me
Fuck paper, I'll write this song on my own skin
Having a three-way with death and Natalie Nunn's chin
Do hoes have hands? Yeah, cuz none of 'em feel me
I just wanna kick it like Jackie Chan and Bruce Lee
I mean I just want a chick with thick hips and nice lips
And every time she bleeds we don't fight like I'm a crip
Youjizz.com over my history
These lyrics are a blessing, they should be up in your ministry
But I take a quick break, beat Dee in 2K, then hand it to Drew to get my casa blanca
You got ta potty? (anybody gotta pee) before I take off
Because I know I be doing shit that piss niggas way off
Like chilling with white women, with waters with light lemon
Who do a little sinnin' for a little cinnamon
Cuz if a white man's no is a black man's maybe
Then a white man's Ferrari is a black man's Mercedes
Scottie Pippen music runnin' through my blood
New Levi's on my legs, no wonder why there was a flood
Don't want these hoes, clothes, or the fame
I'm droppin' dimes on you niggas, I'm changing the game
[Verse 2: DMFBrown]
Yeah, uhh, yeah
This that shit that your pastor's been preachin' bout
The gospel that rap baptists go 'head and read aloud
Gettin' twisted with Christian bitches and thinkin' how
These rap actors are ass-backwards as chickens on the prowl
You possess no ability of slowing me down
With this hyperspace, fast-paced, flowetry sound
I am openly crowned, though I hope to astound
Those folks who don't know the most potent around
Flow so dope, these souls been addicted
Hoes no clothes making eggs Benedict
And my excrement is most excellent
Flow so cold like a bleeding anemic
Puking up tracks, my team seems bulimic
Get Mary-Kate Olsen to come be in the remix
I apologize if I seem to be a penis
It's probably because I just go so hard
Face it, my statements blatantly engulf us all
Like napalm bomb heavy air assault
Angelina could't even try and spare the salt
Hated for making greatness, breaking herb and pearling papers
Faced with the rage of girls who seem to hurl at my relations
Like medical professionals.. fuck it
( THErappers )
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