Saying I'm the best's like saying Young Money's whack
It's an understatement, it don't relate a fact
I ain't one of them jock riders tryina play it black
Cause I ain't got no hoes in fact most tricks don't call me back
But if you 'gon be hating you should speed like a Mercedes
And maybe pick me up a whore like Nicki to fellate me
We could get it on and that bitch would probably tape me
Take it back home and masturbate to it daily
If you think you feel me man you probably crazy
Kinda like the father of a girl whose name is Hailey
Really goes without saying but I ain't big with the ladies
Really goes without saying in bed I'm big with the ladies
Chilling here in The Bakery I'm sitting here eating pastries
I know y'all ain't down in fact you probably hate me
Bite me, laced up, I'm like a pair o' Nikes
These goons can't flow they prolly gon try an fight me
I tell em kiss my ass, matter o' fact you can wipe me
The truth is I ain't nothing but a mu'fuckin' kyke G
But I'mma stick my verse so far up in you that you might bleed
I make these MCs nervous like they might pee
They rappin bout stacks I tell em put down the mike please
I'm busting in they face you want money slurp up my cheese
Bitch please, don't you ever touch this mouthpiece
I see you, hit you up and tell you die in peace
Or two or three of them
Rap is just another religion I'm not believing in
Y'all don't even see em subliminal hints I'm squeezing in
So I'mma flip the bird plus one and tell em peace then
Let me tell you now so that I speak straight
None of y'all can devour what is on my plate
The game and the players got me all irate
Like my mama when I didn't come home by eight
But rap been dead man am I too late?
Am I the only one real or the last one fake?
These zombie rappers just talking bout gettin brain
That's insane that you think that we feel that mayne
Well actually its true though I want the same
But currently no one can say my name
And the girls that I'm hitting are fat and lame
Emotional wrecks like a derailed train
And won't give head like Ichabod Crane
And now y'all gon front like I'm insane
Like I don't deserve just to spit my game
Rap about real shit cause I don't T-Pain
I finna spit sick shit leave you all in pain
I layed out my plan back in Call My Name
And fake fucks like Weezy is all I blame
For turning hip hop into cars and blang
Now bitches is like YM shit bang
And Speak is too complex, he hurts my brain
Talking about real life no way
They don't feel it like a chinese wang
But I don't trip on it, id feel the same
The media brainwashed these hoes first grade
So actual rappers do not get paid
On the radio do not get played
That's fine I don't do it just to count a bunch of stacks
I do it to give parents of my fans some heart attacks
What's wrong with this kid did he just say that?!
I'm raping fat bitches with a whiffle ball bat
Then ima tell a bulimic bitch she fat
Turn her full anorexic till she drops dead splat
And tell a suicidal kid he ain't cool he's whack
Then I hang myself with him so I'm gon end this track
It's an understatement, it don't relate a fact
I ain't one of them jock riders tryina play it black
Cause I ain't got no hoes in fact most tricks don't call me back
But if you 'gon be hating you should speed like a Mercedes
And maybe pick me up a whore like Nicki to fellate me
We could get it on and that bitch would probably tape me
Take it back home and masturbate to it daily
If you think you feel me man you probably crazy
Kinda like the father of a girl whose name is Hailey
Really goes without saying but I ain't big with the ladies
Really goes without saying in bed I'm big with the ladies
Chilling here in The Bakery I'm sitting here eating pastries
I know y'all ain't down in fact you probably hate me
Bite me, laced up, I'm like a pair o' Nikes
These goons can't flow they prolly gon try an fight me
I tell em kiss my ass, matter o' fact you can wipe me
The truth is I ain't nothing but a mu'fuckin' kyke G
But I'mma stick my verse so far up in you that you might bleed
I make these MCs nervous like they might pee
They rappin bout stacks I tell em put down the mike please
I'm busting in they face you want money slurp up my cheese
Bitch please, don't you ever touch this mouthpiece
I see you, hit you up and tell you die in peace
Or two or three of them
Rap is just another religion I'm not believing in
Y'all don't even see em subliminal hints I'm squeezing in
So I'mma flip the bird plus one and tell em peace then
Let me tell you now so that I speak straight
None of y'all can devour what is on my plate
The game and the players got me all irate
Like my mama when I didn't come home by eight
But rap been dead man am I too late?
Am I the only one real or the last one fake?
These zombie rappers just talking bout gettin brain
That's insane that you think that we feel that mayne
Well actually its true though I want the same
But currently no one can say my name
And the girls that I'm hitting are fat and lame
Emotional wrecks like a derailed train
And won't give head like Ichabod Crane
And now y'all gon front like I'm insane
Like I don't deserve just to spit my game
Rap about real shit cause I don't T-Pain
I finna spit sick shit leave you all in pain
I layed out my plan back in Call My Name
And fake fucks like Weezy is all I blame
For turning hip hop into cars and blang
Now bitches is like YM shit bang
And Speak is too complex, he hurts my brain
Talking about real life no way
They don't feel it like a chinese wang
But I don't trip on it, id feel the same
The media brainwashed these hoes first grade
So actual rappers do not get paid
On the radio do not get played
That's fine I don't do it just to count a bunch of stacks
I do it to give parents of my fans some heart attacks
What's wrong with this kid did he just say that?!
I'm raping fat bitches with a whiffle ball bat
Then ima tell a bulimic bitch she fat
Turn her full anorexic till she drops dead splat
And tell a suicidal kid he ain't cool he's whack
Then I hang myself with him so I'm gon end this track
( Holeman Asthma )
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