Arms arms arms arms
You're now listening to music
Random bars
That's what we gona' call this
I pray for you
This is like a thank you
Thank you
Now rhymes with is electric like appliances
Now let the flying fist wreck it I insist
I'm here to tap some
Drawers tap some jaws
Ball and S' fo' Y'all
I'm here to palm the f**king
Blow like a bascketball
They told me I was gold I ain't reacted all
I'm staying hungry like
M body's halls acting all
F**k money but tell the government
Give me some since they print it
I'm a schizophrenic mental
Clinic pencil panic
Pimp lieutenant living a fight
Which if you flinch you end it
Quit your pretending you're
Here to be saved I'm simple be
Your mind is on quitting your vibes on pillage
Check my file my resume is verified on twitter
Your jeans got p**sy under it
I'll hang up a sign that says your place
With an arrow pointing down
And put you under it
You rap it all eyes niggers misery love
Company a** groupie a**
Basketball white niggers
I've been the vet rapper since
Eminem's test record
Which was better than any of
Our enemy's best effort
And it was just us than
We've been the best than
We've been on top of our dream
Like vinaigrette dressing
You should regroup from the fire
Iif your killers resemble Keisha
From New Jack City
A snoop from the wire
The only beefing I'm doing with
P**sy is screwing your cruise in ruins
We eating and all you doing is chewing
Swallowing and being done is by your girl
Couldn't digest that you're
Probably trying Earl
I got a right hand as Debo Cole
Run into it playing and you end up
With Steve O's nose
I will leave you where you're griffin at
Yelling take that while I tick for tack
Two guns that nick name This and That
I play the tune of violence for hours
But the same gun that I now use till
I gave you power rewinding listen back
My sh*t's a mansion your sh*t's
A shack now check your guns
We can go tick for tack is a fact like a wreck
Answers the leave you
In the can which samsun
Hand foot in your mouth without a dam tongue
You plus one now a in the club wit' yo' boy
Don't give right to challenge a pro you ain't one
n****r I don't got no story
All I know is I quit the popping that put
That boy in a hole turn his body
To the suppository
Why yo'll hard I'm rolling alone
I get your browed pregnant than
I pay to a boy in a car over the phone
If people could endure Royce more
I'm sawing his own
Speak with your indoor voice lower your tone
So now the sky's the limit
My shades cover eyes that are windows
To a soul this private hole mind your business
Contract's on the table looking
Like a tarnished napkin
My contract's on the table
Looking like a Dino's taxes
Yeah yo'll niggers acting like real light skins
Stick a knife in your right hand
Tell you sit your five dollar a** down
Before I make change at your a**
What you say n****r I didn't
Now I'm a pimp perc executive I call you up
Draw the line electric insert the
Nickel
