Track one off of "They're After Me"
I’m about to get dumb.
When you hear me, all you other rappers get numb
Meanwhile I’m about to get some
I bang all the ladies like kick drums
And then they go yaaa-aaa-aaaa-aaaa
Like Wiz Khalifa
Yeah I’m the illest.
Like Macklemore I raise my hands to the ceiling
Then I go back to the old days, big wheeling
But I’m still cooler then you by a trillion
Nobody can top it.
No one will even try to stop it
I’m loaded like I’m making profit
Drinking wine from a diamond goblet
I make weezy look like a goblin
And put all the other rappers in a coffin
Cuz I’m killing careers, and I’m not stallin’
Yeah you could call me “rap Stalin”
I throw all the weeds out of the garden
But I keep the turnips and the beets
I’m about to turn up the beat
Then go out to eat.
Like Rick Ross, I’ll order 14 Big Macs, extra meat
But that’s just a treat.
Now just take a seat
As I continue to write on this sheet
I make sure all my rhymes are elite
Yeah, I may be conceited
But when I’m done everyone will be defeated
Then I hit backspace, and you’re deleted
I bet you wish you would have retreated
But it’s too late now.
As every body says wow
I stand and take a bow
I put everyone in shock, asking how
How I rap so gooder,
How I rap so gooder than the other losers
Ladies want to show me their hooters
I see it so much; I don’t need my computer
Ha, well I don’t need it much
I eat that p*ssy for breakfast dinner and lunch
But not until you s*ck on my nuts,
Yeah, I don’t count my groupies cuz I can tell it’s a bunch
Because my raps are sick
And there is no immunity
And while I’m spitting this fire
You’ll sit there cluelessly
Oops, I think I broke your brain
No, you were stupid already
When you see me, you crap yourself
Like I was Freddy
I’ll get you when you least expect it
You won’t be ready
Man I’ll f*ck you up
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