[Verse 1] Top gun in my pocket, smile and take a shot from bong Red dot in your stomach, bang-bang, you are dead wrong Fuck boy, you so lonely, give you piece of a Tec-9 Breaking news, you so phony, call me Kells, Krane and Tech N9ne I know sometimes I do act a fool, but then like Luda I throw dem bows These fuckin' hoes consider me cool, I'm a kid of corn and the Saint of rows Hood go crazy like Ace and Bob, Chainz and Tech, we are sliding up Count my paper 'till I go and get numb, then pay a visit to Linkin Park
[Hook: x2] That's what I call the real banger, paranoid bass and incredible flow, You are rockin' with the GOAT, give me an awkward eye, then I mother-to-the-fuckin throw you To the literally lethal litres of lyrical litter, leprechauns ain't gonna save you, boy So watch your fucking mouth when you step to me, I don't wanna fucking be annoyed
[Verse 2] I'm gonna exercise your fucking game like Coolio in 95 You say I ain't cool cause I don't like fast-paced raps, you damn right The Speedom shit, Chip Off the Block, Rap God ain't fucking shit to me My tongue is twisting when I perform them in public just like a fucking G My bitches think if I rap so fast I must be an expert in oral sex Go check my skill, girl, it ain't so hard, but safe sex means paid checks Rae Sremmurd once said that shit in raps, they heads now lit like bic These pussies are no type for me, no flex zone around my dick
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[Verse 3] I think that if I ever gon' say goodbye to hip hop You should put me in Mausoleum and let my body ge-get chopped If I die tonight you should turn my damn album on Not like this damn trap shit, I rhyme like I'm King Kong I'm flowing slowly, fuck that shit, I flow slowly but go hard I'm white & nerdy like Weird Al, my black eyed pea's re-tar-ded When I die you gon' bury me in Hip Hop Shop, Detroit & Michigan, that's the fucking place where the greatest one came from