All Due Respect (feat. Travis Barker)

This year we iller than a nun in a cumshot Getting' double penetrated in a dope spot By two hard pipe hittin' Niggas On the orders of Marcellus to the soundtrack of 2pac I'll beat you to a pulp no fiction Tarantino flow new Jules and Vincent Blow marijuana smoke no incense Exhale in the face of innocent infants On some "Ah hah look what I did" shit And if I get stopped by a crooked ass cop I'm a put a bullet in a pig And rin tin tin, ah hah hah look what I did again We the hooligans outside of school again Sayin don't be a fool never follow rules again We the bad boys bully with the fully that The teachers say ain't shit and in the need of discipline We the goddamn reason for ritalin In the back of the class, twitchin' and fidgetin' Dead wrong we never got along We laughed at the kids that was active participants Bad boy walk right past church with the work in a bag And a bible of Gideon got suspended for bullyin' a bully When I go back to class I'ma punch him in his shit again Punch him in his shit again Punch him in his shit again Punch him in his shit again Punch him in his shit again Cause you get no respect I don't flirt with greatness I wifed it in Vegas The shits all paid for I signed the papers Used to date but then I made her my main bitch Bought us a place on a lake with some acreage And Mike's my neighbor straight from Greatville Any invader get slayed and stay killed On sovereign land, Mike fill the safe up We call when the fam get paid a great thrill Bad News Bear hug beats then creep off You drive a rape van Mullet Ray-Bans We do Vicious You do witness You don't clap shit You's a cricket Run the J's we don't run so much it's all fun and games till my J's get scuffed I'm livid, fuming, out of touch I wear sweatpants to funerals, guns to lunch Close the blinds they got drones and mines we so close to the lie I could almost die I got no goals left but to save my mind They got more holes dug In the earth, oh my The beat get abused like I rock a wife beater Drinker, fired by the company Friday, late on the car note tryna do taxes This my house it's high or the highway High or the highway High or the highway High or the highway High or the highway I'm a thrill killer, I will test you Just like daddy fuckin' left you It's all your fault mommy's lonely You're a burden, she needs rescue Hey little buddy, where's your mommy? Call me stepdad or Uncle Johnny Here's a dollar don't follow behind me I gotta go bang out mom and auntie I hunt lions, tigers, rare vaginas Hang where the cops seem scared to find us Pop stars peep the bars and rewind us Fuck your life but first run the diamonds From the jungle (the jungle) the brothers (the brothers) Can't relate to your first world struggles You want safety, hugs and cuddles IED's will leave bloody puddles Woke up in Nigeria Kicked out America Case of malaria Shit got scarier Got left with a gun and a pitbull terrier And a note from my dad said I hope God carry ya Fought one or two wars while I made It to the shores Y'know back to the home of a rock in Georgia To return as a king, Michael the benevolent Gold draped ridin' on the neck of an elephant