Yo I'm just gonna write down
My first thoughts
See where this takes me
'Cause I feel like I wanna punch the world
In the fuckin' face right now yeah
Let me explain just how to make greatness
Straight out the gate I'm 'bout to break it down
Ain't no mistakes allowed
But make no mistake I'm 'bout
To rape the alphabet I may raise some brows
If I press the issue just to get the anger out
Full magazine could take staples out
Savage but ain't thinkin' 'bout no bank account
But bitch I'm off the chain like kala brown
Motherfucker shut the fuck up
When I'm talkin' lil' bitch
I'm sorry wait what's your talent?
Oh critiquin'
My talent? Oh bitch
I don't know who the fuck y'all are
To give a sub par bar or even
Have an opinion of you
You mention me millions of views
Attention in news
I mention you lose lose for me
Win win for you
Billions of views your ten cents are two
Skim through the music to give shit reviews
To get clicks but bitch you just lit the fuse
Don't get misconstrued business as us'
Shit list renewed so get shit to do
Or get dissed 'cause I just don't get
What the fuck half the shit is
That you're listenin' to
Do you have any idea how much
I hate this choppy flow
Everyone copies though? Probably no
Get this fuckin' audio out my audi yo adios
I can see why people like lil yachty
But not me though
Not even dissin' it just ain't for me
All I am simply is just an mc
Maybe stan just isn't your cup of tea
Maybe your cup's full of syrup and lean
Maybe I need to stir up shit preferably
Shake the world up if it were up to me
Paul wants me to chill y'all want me to ill
I should eat a pill probably I will
Old me kill the new me
Watch him bleed to death
I breathe on the mirror I don't see my breath
Possibly I'm dead I must be possessed
Like an evil spell I'm E V I L
Jam a crest whitestrip in the tip of my dick
With an ice pick stick it in a vise grip
Hang it on a spike fence
Bang it with a pipe wrench
While I take my ballsack
And flick it like a light switch
Like vice president mike pence
Back up on my shit in a sidekick
As I lay it on a spike strip
These are things that
I'd rather do than hear you on a mic
Since nine tenths of your rhyme is about ice and
Jesus christ man how many times is
Someone gonna fuck on my bitch?
You won't ever see em icy
But as cold as I get on the M I C
I polarize shit so the thames might freeze
And your skull might split like
I passed you upside it
Bitch I got the club on smash
Like a nightstick
Turn down for what?
I ain't loud enough nah turn the valium up
'Cause I don't know
How I'm gonna get your mouths to shut
Now when it doesn't matter what caliber
I spit at I'll bet a hundred thousand bucks
You'll turn around and just be like
Man how the fuck
Sourpuss gonna get mad
Just 'cause his album sucks?
And now he wants to take it out on us
But last week an ex fan mailed me a copy
Of the mathers lp to tell me to study
It'll help me get back to myself
And she'll love me
I mailed the bitch back and said if I did that
I'd just be like everyone else
In the fucking industry
Especially an effing recovery clone of me
So finger bang chicken wang MGK Iggy 'zae
Lil pump lil xan imitate lil wayne
I should aim at everybody in the game
Pick a name
I'm fed up with bein' humble
And rumor is I'm hungry
I'm sure you heard bumblings
I heard you wanna rumble
Like an empty stomach
I heard your mumblin'
But it's jumbled in mumbo jumbo
The era that I'm from will pummel you
That's what it's comin' to
What the fuck you're gonna do
When you run into it?
I'm gonna crumble you
And I'll take a number two
And dump on you if you ain't joyner
If you ain't kendrick or cole
Or sean then you're a goner
I'm 'bout to bring it to anyone
In this bitch who want it
I guess when you walk into BK
You expect a whopper
You can order a quarter pounder
When you go to McDonald's
But if you're lookin' to get a porterhouse
You better go get revival
But y'all are actin' like
I tried to serve you up a slider
Maybe the vocals shoulda been auto tuned
And you woulda bought it
But sayin' I no longer got it
'Cause you missed the line and never caught it
'Cause it went over your head
Because you're too stupid to get it
'Cause you're mentally retarded
But pretend to be the smartest
With your expertise and knowledge
But you'll never be an artist
And I'm harder on myself than
You could ever be regardless
What I'll never be is flawless
All I'll ever be is honest
Even when I'm gone they're gonna say I brought it
Even when I hit my forties like a fuckin' alcoholic
With a bottle full of malt liquor
But I couldn't bottle this shit any longer
The fact that I know that I'ma hit my bottom
If I don't pull myself from the jaws
Of defeat and rise to my feet
I don't see why y'all even started with me
I get impeached my enemies die
I don't cease fire 'til at least all are deceased
I'm eastside never be caught slippin'
Now you see why I don't sleep
Not even a wink I don't blink
I don't doze off I don't even nod to the beats
I don't even close my fuckin' eyes
When I sneeze
Aw man That BET cypher was weak
It was garbage
The Thing ain't even orange oh my God
That's a reach
Shout to all my colorblind people
Each and everyone of y'all
If you call a fire engine green
Aquamarine or you think water is pink
Dawg that's a date looks like an olive to me
Look there's an apple
No it's not it's a peach
So finger bang pootie tang
Burger king gucci gang dookie dang
Charlamagne gonna hate anyway
Doesn't matter what I say
Give me donkey of the day
What a way for 2018 to get underway
But I'm gonna say everything that I wanna say
Welcome to the slaughterhouse bitch
Invite 'em in like a one a day
I'm not done
'Cause I feel like the beast of burden
That line in the sand was it even worth it?
'Cause the way I see people turning's
Makin' it seem worthless
It's startin' to defeat the purpose
I'm watchin' my fan base shrink to thirds
And I was just tryin' to do the right thing
But word
Has the court of public opinion reached a verdict
Or still yet to be determined?
'Cause I'm determined to be me
Critique the worship
But if I could go back
I'd at least reword it
And say I empathize with the people
This evil serpent
Sold the dream to that he's deserted
But I think it's workin'
These verses are makin' him a wee bit nervous
And he's too scurred to answer me with words
That he will lyrically get murdered
But I know at least he's heard it
'Cause agent orange
Just sent the secret service
To meet in person to see
If I really think of hurtin' him
Or ask if I'm linked to terrorists
I said only when it comes to ink and lyricists
But my beef is more media journalists
I said my beef is more meaty a journalist
Can get a mouthful of flesh
And yes I mean eating a penis
'Cause they been pannin' my album to death
So I been givin' the media fingers
Don't wanna turn this to a counselling sesh
But they been puttin' me through the wringer
So I ain't ironin' shit out with the press
But I just took this beat to the cleaners