Can ya'll do me a favor & lemme know if I killed it ru-vid.com/video/%D0%B2%D0%B8%D0%B4%D0%B5%D0%BE-Kk_Y8B2tTsc.html Like,share,sub🙏 I will return the favor.
I’m back bitch i’m back never gone back 돈을 바라보지 말고 열심히 해 내가 돈을 바라볼때 내가 열심히 해 내가 랩 한다면 넌 계산을 해 오 난 가사를 절었어 근데 난 지금 심장이 떨어서ah? 근데 가사를 절고나서 난 지금 프리스타일로 이어가 랩 한다고 매일 해 내가 랩한다면 난 널 랩으로 패 I’m sick cain mother 랩으로 패 너가 랩한다면 난 포위를 I’m the homicide You can call me 돈이 쌓여 예 간만에 랩 그냥 homicide 내가 랩 하면 난 심장이 뛰고 난 가사를 절고 난 가사를 절었어 Oh ha? 머리엔 텅 비었어근데 지금은 내가 프리스타일로 이어가면 쟤네는 놀랐어 Yeah ouu 나는 직사관 내가 랩하면 집 갚아 I’m the rap man style 내가 rap step I got rap master 낮게 써 trendsetter No metter 달리 던 Shout it up 붐비던 trendsetter pick이던 Pixel oh 뱉지 넌 never 흠칫하지마 돈 담아줄래?
Can ya'll do me a favor & lemme know if I killed it ru-vid.com/video/%D0%B2%D0%B8%D0%B4%D0%B5%D0%BE-Kk_Y8B2tTsc.html homicide freestyle.Like,share,sub🙏.I return the favor.
“ I sound like a fuckin millionaire with a derringer, with the hair trigger, bout to bear hug it, fuckin terrier, the Rick flair dripper” 🤯 these bars absolutely blast
I woke up like this Look in the mirror My vision clearer The end is nearer If the end is here Take a dive of the pier Want my slice of the pie Got the the table by the rear All the fans screan and cheer Whole stadium be so loud Just another body got lost and found Deep in the lake where i take you to drown Deep in the state where I hold my crown Wheels on the bus go round and round She like to go downtown uptown This not a game Up down Up down Even tho i scored as soon as i touch down
Yo does anyone know what scream that is when Em’s verse first kicks in? Not the choir or the DJ cuts, but the weird lady scream that hits on the pauses in between. I been trying to find it for a few months now with no luck. 🤷♂️
Eu vou te matar Vou te dizimar Minha raiva é uma dízima Ela nunca vai acabar Com sua carreira eu vou acabar Depois só vou te enterrar Ninguém vai te achar Porque ninguém vai te procurar Ninguém vai se importar Com esse talento imaginário É hora de criança dormir Já passou do seu horário Não esquenta porque essa punchline faz o mundo desabar
Yo I just did a non benefit french rap with this instrumental, I mentioned your channel in the description with a direct link and the producers, hope it's ok !
Someone tell me if this is worth mentioning or if I should (redacted) myself 😅 I can set the speed to x1.5 and still hit all of the words. Is this cool or no?
LYRICS : Inki mein anay wala samajh mein nai Meri shayri peichida karay Maghaz ki dahi Kaaye ka tareeka buddhi satak si gayi Mere bhai parwa hi mujhay kattan bhi nai Mera jesa likhnay ki bani qalam hi nai Bolu karwi sachayi inhay hazam na hui Khokli ye baatein chodain wazzan hi nai Mere pichay pichay pichay aa k bhen na deyin Ammal dakkhal pe aa katal kara Hashtag mukammal safaa Backlash jo aya tha Disses ki addal badal mein muajjal sa tha Itehaasi tareekh ye Kay mein, Gira hun logic ki beat pe Cheekh k beth gaye galay bhi inkay Tinkay jitnay fuck dun, dheet mein, Eh Choti choti khushiyaan kya baatun Mein bataa dun In namqoolon ko aukaat pe laa dun Ya to flow maarun, show marun, gichiyaan dabaa dun, Loray lassan k kasam se tarkay laga dun, Paani mein ye kitnay mein sab ko bata dun kay mitti pe ho jayen keechar, Eh Sir say mein phir kay jo girta hun beaton pe ban jata baais e fikaar Ayen hain kidhar? Ye betay Hip Hop ki duniya hai Japani totton ki lagta tu chammiya hai Khaandaani kanjar, ye shaukeen log hain Dene mein fuck Rap Demon banniya hai Inki mein samajh mein aanay wala nai Par simple cheezain mein banaanay wala nai Likhun lun pe, dil pe lejaanay wala nai Aur kasam se taras bhi khaanay wala nai Inki mein samajh mein aanay wala nai Par simple cheezain mein banaanay wala nai Likhun lun pe, dil pe lejaanay wala nai Aur kasam se taras bhi khaanay wala nai Farmaye mulaahiza heat pe bro Beat pe dafa, 302 Inki mein babies ko Asma banaun Aur ghar pe le jaun 20 ka load "Badtameez, ghaleez, Chaar so bees, bitch please" Tupac ki kassam ye hip hop nai Meter mera koi aewein nai short Ye Rapper pochinki mein hojatay drop MeinPro jese maaru, Dhar a dhar salay bots Mout hai buey pe aari tyaari pakro jese jallad mein Ro ro k tumnay attention thi maangi wo aaj mein de ra khairaat mein Pehli baat ye maazrat k sath jo mere fans kamm mere hain bhai bhi, Jo poochtay aa k kyun in lunnon ko de raha mein koi reply nai, "Darjjan hisaab se pari hain disses aap inhay yun miss karayein ni" Meri jaan kay totton farak to dekho kya mere wo lafzon kay like bhi? Kaano mein jo kartay hein min min machar se Gichiyon se pakar kay kass k dun thappar mein Fucker hun fuck karu fakhar se chass lu mein, Badd se bhi badtar tu mat kar jakkar k raghru mein Betay takkar ka mujhay koi rrami ni mila Kal se mujhay bai paani ni mila Sookhay wey galay pe flow to dekho Par jani i'm chill, Aakh thu aakh thu tere mun pe Dagar pishtay saray bhookay Attention kay liye bhow bhow Dun mein Bazookay sookhay bina thookay Boothay, saareyaan dey karaan band Rapperaan nu karaan dismiss sida plum Beta hum, sir kartay kalam Tum beaton pe karo tara rum pum pum Chalain thori mauj mein ayen Bina baat na callain milayen Ye lo mera likho number 0300-bundmarwayein Khali jaga pur karwayen Bolun mein jo chahay mera mann Ye saray khud samajh jayen Ayen aur khayen mera Agay pichay dayein bayein Kaway karain kayein kayein Bhai tera full time click clack dhayen dhayein Inkay se din mein koi 100,90 ayein jayein Karun na connect jese band mera wifi, Aye haye! Ho gaya na kaand phir? Mere hathon dene walo mein ja ri hai baahn phir Haan phir, Sab gir gaye hein border Amir Rap ka, Lafzaani Yorker Inki mein anay wala samajh mein nai Meri shayri peichida karay Maghaz ki dahi Kaaye ka tareeka buddhi satak si gayi Mere bhai parwa hi mujhay kattan bhi nai Mera jesa likhnay ki bani qalam hi nai Bolu karwi sachayi inhay hazam na hui Khokli ye baatein chodain wazzan hi nai Mere pichay pichay pichay aa k bhen na deyin Show less
I am starting to stream video games as it is something I have always wanted to do. I will also stream on Twitch - klrzSolidSnake4444. Support would be appreciated! Hit me up if you wanna play and make a video together.
@@aTreeHasaBrick I like to play Cod and am now playing Tony Hawk and the Assassins Creed Games, just platnumed ACII. I haven't streamed on twitch yet, mainly RU-vid but got a bit disheartened at the 0 views😂
[Chorus: Logic] Fuck rap Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive Leave a suicide note, fuck that Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby I'm feelin' like I'm, chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady with rabies [Verse 1: Logic] I'm foamin' at the mouth, ain't nobody takin' me out Every single rapper in the industry, yeah, they know what I'm about And I dare you to test me 'Cause not a single one of you motherfuckers impress me And maybe that's a little bit of an exaggeration But I'm full of innovation And I'm tired of all of this high school "He's cool, he's not" rap shit Can a single one of you motherfuckers even rap? Shit No, this ain't a diss to the game, this a gas to the flame Nowadays, everybody sound the same, shit's lame Like a moth to the flame, I'ma reel 'em in and kill 'em Know you feelin' lyricism when I'm spillin' it, I'm feelin' myself Yeah, yeah, Bobby Boy, he be feelin' himself Mass murder like this can't be good for my health When I rap like this, do I sound like shit? Well, it don't really matter, 'cause I'm killin' this shit Yeah, I'm killin' this shit Oh yeah, oh yeah, I'm killin' this shit Bobby, how many times you been killin' this shit? Find another rhyme, goddamn, nigga, shit [Chorus: Logic] Fuck rap Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive Leave a suicide note, fuck that Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby I'm feelin' like I'm, chika-chika-chika-chika Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady [Verse 2: Logic] There's nowhere to hide, we call this shit genocide Hit 'em with that (Do-do-do) and they die We gon' leave 'em crucified, we call this shit genocide I got bitches, I got hoes, I got rare designer clothes No, we ain't fuckin' with that Yeah, there's a time and a place But if you ain't comin' with the illest of raps Callin' yourself the greatest alive Then you don't deserve to do that No, no, oh no, no, please do not do that You gon' get smacked You gon' make Bobby attack You gon' make Bobby Boy snap You gon' make Bobby Boy snap (Bobby Boy!) [Chorus: Logic] Fuck rap Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive Leave a suicide note, fuck that Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby I'm feelin' like I'm chika-chika-chika-chika Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady [Verse 3: Eminem] Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga like JAY-Z Jig is up, you fuckers who didn't write anything Are getting washed, liga-liga-liga, like bathing Young Hova, I know hitters like Yankees Gun toters that pull triggers like crazy Unloadin', leave you shot up in your Rover Your body goes limp and slumps over Like A-Rod in a month lull, but he just homered Hol' up, I said "Rover" because now your Rover is red Like Red Rover, so you know what I meant But I roll over my opponents instead Makin' dog sounds 'cause I gotta keep breakin' these bars down I'll go slow for the speds But when I go (Roof!) like the Dobermann said I still think the (Roof!) would go over your head (Ha-ha) Beast mode, motherfuckers 'bout to get hit With so many foul lines, you'll think I'm a free throw Figured it was about time for people to eat crow You about to get out-rhymed, how could I be dethroned? I stay on my toes like the repo, a behemoth in sheep's clothes From the East Coast to the West, I'm the ethos and I'm the G.O.A.T Who the best, I don't gotta say a fuckin' thing, though 'Cause MCs know But you don't wanna hear me spit the facts Your shit is ass like a tailbone Or you're trapped in your cell phone Or my chicken scratch, or my self-loathe I don't wanna fuckin' listen to you spit your raps someone else wrote Used to get beat up by the big kids Used to let the big kids steal my big wheel And I wouldn't do shit but just sit still Now money's not a big deal I'm rich, I wipe my ass with six mill' Big bills like a platypus A caterpillar's comin' to get the cannabis I'm lookin' for the smoke but you motherfuckers are scatterin' Batterin' everything and I've had it with the inadequate Man, I can see my dick is standin' stiff as a mannequin And I'm bringin' the bandana back, and the fuckin' headband again A handkerchief and I'm thinkin' of bringin' the fuckin' fingerless gloves back And not giving a singular fuck, like fuck rap I sound like a fuckin' millionaire With a Derringer with a hair trigger 'Bout to bear hug a fuckin' terrier, the Ric Flair dripper Y'all couldn't hold a candle at a prayer vigil When I vent, they compare me to a fuckin' air duct I'm 'bout to bare-knuckle it, nah, fuck it I'm gonna go upside their head with a Nantucket Abraca-fuckin'-dabra The track is the blood, I'm attracted, I'm attackin' it What? Dracula, fuck that shit I'm up, back with a thud Man, stop
[Intro: Smokey Legendary, Logic & Both] Son, you know why you the greatest alive? Why, Dad? Because you came out of my balls, nigga Hahahahahaha (Roof!) [Chorus: Logic] Fuck rap Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive Leave a suicide note, fuck that Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby I'm feelin' like I'm, chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady with rabies [Verse 1: Logic] I'm foamin' at the mouth, ain't nobody takin' me out Every single rapper in the industry, yeah, they know what I'm about And I dare you to test me 'Cause not a single one of you motherfuckers impress me And maybe that's a little bit of an exaggeration But I'm full of innovation And I'm tired of all of this high school "He's cool, he's not" rap shit Can a single one of you motherfuckers even rap? Shit No, this ain't a diss to the game, this a gas to the flame Nowadays, everybody sound the same, shit's lame Like a moth to the flame, I'ma reel 'em in and kill 'em Know you feelin' lyricism when I'm spillin' it, I'm feelin' myself Yeah, yeah, Bobby Boy, he be feelin' himself Mass murder like this can't be good for my health When I rap like this, do I sound like shit? Well, it don't really matter, 'cause I'm killin' this shit Yeah, I'm killin' this shit Oh yeah, oh yeah, I'm killin' this shit Bobby, how many times you been killin' this shit? Find another rhyme, goddamn, nigga, shit [Chorus: Logic] Fuck rap Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive Leave a suicide note, fuck that Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby I'm feelin' like I'm, chika-chika-chika-chika Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady [Verse 2: Logic] There's nowhere to hide, we call this shit genocide Hit 'em with that (Do-do-do) and they die We gon' leave 'em crucified, we call this shit genocide I got bitches, I got hoes, I got rare designer clothes No, we ain't fuckin' with that Yeah, there's a time and a place But if you ain't comin' with the illest of raps Callin' yourself the greatest alive Then you don't deserve to do that No, no, oh no, no, please do not do that You gon' get smacked You gon' make Bobby attack You gon' make Bobby Boy snap You gon' make Bobby Boy snap (Bobby Boy!) [Chorus: Logic] Fuck rap Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive Leave a suicide note, fuck that Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby I'm feelin' like I'm chika-chika-chika-chika Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady [Verse 3: Eminem] Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga like JAY-Z Jig is up, you fuckers who didn't write anything Are getting washed, liga-liga-liga, like bathing Young Hova, I know hitters like Yankees Gun toters that pull triggers like crazy Unloadin', leave you shot up in your Rover Your body goes limp and slumps over Like A-Rod in a month lull, but he just homered Hol' up, I said "Rover" because now your Rover is red Like Red Rover, so you know what I meant But I roll over my opponents instead Makin' dog sounds 'cause I gotta keep breakin' these bars down I'll go slow for the speds But when I go (Roof!) like the Dobermann said I still think the (Roof!) would go over your head (Ha-ha) Beast mode, motherfuckers 'bout to get hit With so many foul lines, you'll think I'm a free throw Figured it was about time for people to eat crow You about to get out-rhymed, how could I be dethroned? I stay on my toes like the repo, a behemoth in sheep's clothes From the East Coast to the West, I'm the ethos and I'm the G.O.A.T Who the best, I don't gotta say a fuckin' thing, though 'Cause MCs know But you don't wanna hear me spit the facts Your shit is ass like a tailbone Or you're trapped in your cell phone Or my chicken scratch, or my self-loathe I don't wanna fuckin' listen to you spit your raps someone else wrote Used to get beat up by the big kids Used to let the big kids steal my big wheel And I wouldn't do shit but just sit still Now money's not a big deal I'm rich, I wipe my ass with six mill' Big bills like a platypus A caterpillar's comin' to get the cannabis I'm lookin' for the smoke but you motherfuckers are scatterin' Batterin' everything and I've had it with the inadequate Man, I can see my dick is standin' stiff as a mannequin And I'm bringin' the bandana back, and the fuckin' headband again A handkerchief and I'm thinkin' of bringin' the fuckin' fingerless gloves back And not giving a singular fuck, like fuck rap I sound like a fuckin' millionaire With a Derringer with a hair trigger 'Bout to bear hug a fuckin' terrier, the Ric Flair dripper Y'all couldn't hold a candle at a prayer vigil When I vent, they compare me to a fuckin' air duct I'm 'bout to bare-knuckle it, nah, fuck it I'm gonna go upside their head with a Nantucket Abraca-fuckin'-dabra The track is the blood, I'm attracted, I'm attackin' it What? Dracula, fuck that shit I'm up, back with a thud Man, stop [Outro: Chris D'Elia] Look what I'm plannin', plannin', I'm plannin' to Do all this while ya panickin' And you're lookin' and starin' at mannequins And I'm goin' to Fanagans Trying to get up a plan against All of the blana-kazana-ka-fam-bam-bannigans While of all the bana-kazanika Hanna in a cabana You're in a cab- I'm in a cabana and a Janet I'm in a cabana chantin' all this standup banter While you don't got the stamina, you're lackin' the stamina You're lackin' the stamina while you're divorcin' Harrison Ford And I'm in a Porsche on the floorboards While I'm world tourin' You usin' way too many napkins, papkins Lapkins and chapki- You using ChapStick and napkins while I'm bapkin' Flappin' around like a bapkin' Flamminababbitapannitajampkin Dammit, a can of pada-
lyrics:- Son, you know why you the greatest alive? Why, Dad? Because you came out of my balls, nigga Hahahaha Fuck rap, bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive Leave a suicide note, fuck that Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby I'm feelin' like I'm chicka-chicka-chicka Slim Shady with rabies I'm foamin' at the mouth, ain't nobody takin' me out Every single rapper in the industry, yeah, they know what I'm about And I dare you to test me 'Cause not a single one of you motherfuckers impress me And maybe that's a little bit of an exaggeration, but I'm full of innovation And I'm tired of all of this high school, "He's cool, he's not" rap shit Can a single one of you motherfuckers even rap? Shit No, this ain't a diss to the game, it's a gas to the flame Nowadays, everybody sound the same, shit's lame Like a moth to the flame, I'ma reel 'em in and kill 'em Know you feelin' lyricism when I'm spillin' it, I'm feelin' myself Yeah, yeah, Bobby Boy, he be feelin' himself Mass murder like this can't be good for my health When I rap like this, do I sound like shit? Well, it don't really matter, 'cause I'm killin' this shit Yeah, I'm killin' this shit Oh yeah, oh yeah, I'm killin' this shit Bobby, how many times you been killin' this shit? Find another rhyme, goddamn, nigga, shit Fuck rap, bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive Leave a suicide note, fuck that Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby I'm feelin' like I'm chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka Slim Shady There's nowhere to hide, we call this shit genocide Hit 'em with that (doot, doot, doot) and they die We gon' leave 'em crucified, we call this shit genocide I got bitches, I got hoes, I got rare designer clothes No, we ain't fuckin' with that Yeah, there's a time and a place, but if you ain't comin' with the illest of raps Callin' yourself the greatest alive Then you don't deserve to do that No, no, oh no, no, please do not do that You gon' get smacked, you gon' make Bobby attack You gon' make Bobby Boy snap You gon' make Bobby Boy snap (Bobby Boy!) Fuck rap, bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive Leave a suicide note, fuck that Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby I'm feelin' like I'm chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka Slim Shady Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga like Jay-Z Jig is up, you fuckers who didn't write anything Are getting washed now, chicka-chicka-chicka, like bathing Young Hova, I know hitters like Yankees Gun toters that pull triggers like crazy Unloadin', leave you shot up in your Rover Your body goes limp and slumps over Like A-Rod in a month lull, but he just homered Hold up, I said Rover because now your Rover is red Like Red Rover, so you know what I meant But I roll over my opponents instead Makin' dog sounds 'cause I gotta keep breakin' these bars down I'll go slow for the speds But when I go (roof) like the doberman said I still think the (roof) would go over your head (haha) Beast mode, motherfuckers 'bout to get hit with so many foul lines You think I'm a free throw Figured it was about time for people to eat crow You about to get out-rhymed, how could I be dethroned? I stay on my toes like the repo, a behemoth in sheep clothes From the East Coast to the West, I'm the ethos and I'm the G.O.A.T Who the best? I don't gotta say a fuckin' thing, though, 'cause MC's know But you don't wanna hear me spit the facts Your shit is ass like a tailbone And you're trapped in your cell phone On my chicken scratch, or my self-loathe I don't want to fuckin' listen to you spit your rap someone else wrote Used to get beat up by the big kids Used to let the big kids steal my big wheel And I wouldn't do shit but just sit still Now money's not a big deal I'm rich, I wipe my ass with six mil' Big bills like a platypus A caterpillar's comin' to get the cannabis I'm lookin' for the smoke but you motherfuckers are scatterin' Batterin' everything and I've had it with the inadequate Man, I can see my dick is standin' stiff as a mannequin And I'm bringin' the bandana back, and the fuckin' headband again A handkerchief and I'm thinkin' of bringin' the fuckin' fingerless gloves back And not giving a singular fuck, like fuck rap I sound like a fuckin' millionaire With the Derringer with a hair trigger 'Bout to bear hug it, fuckin' terrier, the Ric Flair dripper Y'all couldn't hold a candle at a prayer vigil When I vent, they compare me to a fuckin' air duct I'm about to bare knuckle it, nah, fuck it I'm gonna go upside their head with a Nantucket, abraca-fuckin'-dabra The track is the blood, I'm attracted, I'm attackin' it What? Dracula, fuck that shit I'm up, back with a thud Man, stop
I sound like a fuckin' millionaire With the Derringer with a hair trigger 'Bout to bear hug it, fuckin' terrier, the Ric Flair dripper Y'all couldn't hold a candle at a prayer vigil When I vent, they compare me to a fuckin' air duct I'm about to bare knuckle it, nah, fuck it I'm gonna go upside their head with a Nantucket, abraca-fuckin'-dabra The track is the blood, I'm attracted, I'm attackin' it What? Dracula, fuck that shit I'm up, back with a thud Man, stop
Chorus: Logic] Fuck rap Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive Leave a suicide note, fuck that Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby I'm feelin' like I'm chika-chika-chika-chika Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady [Verse 3: Eminem] Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga like JAY-Z Jig is up, you fuckers who didn't write anything Are getting washed, liga-liga-liga, like bathing Young Hova, I know hitters like Yankees Gun toters that pull triggers like crazy Unloadin', leave you shot up in your Rover Your body goes limp and slumps over Like A-Rod in a month lull, but he just homered Hol' up, I said "Rover" because now your Rover is red Like Red Rover, so you know what I meant But I roll over my opponents instead Makin' dog sounds 'cause I gotta keep breakin' these bars down I'll go slow for the speds But when I go (Roof!) like the Dobermann said I still think the (Roof!) would go over your head (Ha-ha) Beast mode, motherfuckers 'bout to get hit With so many foul lines, you'll think I'm a free throw Figured it was about time for people to eat crow You about to get out-rhymed, how could I be dethroned? I stay on my toes like the repo, a behemoth in sheep's clothes From the East Coast to the West, I'm the ethos and I'm the G.O.A.T Who the best, I don't gotta say a fuckin' thing, though 'Cause MCs know But you don't wanna hear me spit the facts Your shit is ass like a tailbone Or you're trapped in your cell phone Or my chicken scratch, or my self-loathe I don't wanna fuckin' listen to you spit your raps someone else wrote Used to get beat up by the big kids Used to let the big kids steal my big wheel And I wouldn't do shit but just sit still Now money's not a big deal I'm rich, I wipe my ass with six mill' Big bills like a platypus A caterpillar's comin' to get the cannabis I'm lookin' for the smoke but you motherfuckers are scatterin' Batterin' everything and I've had it with the inadequate Man, I can see my dick is standin' stiff as a mannequin And I'm bringin' the bandana back, and the fuckin' headband again A handkerchief and I'm thinkin' of bringin' the fuckin' fingerless gloves back And not giving a singular fuck, like fuck rap I sound like a fuckin' millionaire With a Derringer with a hair trigger 'Bout to bear hug a fuckin' terrier, the Ric Flair dripper Y'all couldn't hold a candle at a prayer vigil When I vent, they compare me to a fuckin' air duct I'm about to bare-knuckle it, nah, fuck it I'm gonna go upside their head with a Nantucket Abraca-fuckin'-dabra The track is the blood, I'm attracted, I'm attackin' it What? Dracula, fuck that shit I'm up, back with a thud Man, stop
