What the F**k (feat. Akinyele)

It's the Ak that rock that freaky beats Staying on the job like them niggas home from work release I hear rappers talk like they're the hardest Well, I be in jails trying to get bails to come over from the real murder charges I put you in a hearse, kid Rock with vanity virgins so fuck her right in the rhyme without the cursive Huh, I get illy ripping this shit like a villy You fish ass niggas, you best go free Willy I recite paragraphs that'll razor label rappers who bite So I can rip it from their ass to their appetite You not ready for this y'all, nope You silly dopes know that I cut your throats like Stacy Lattisaw Rugged Man (Cause we was up in the prison, prison, prison Up in the prison Rugged Man, what the fuck is going on? Come on, word bond) What the fuck? (Rugged Man, what the fuck?) What the fuck? (Akinyele, what the fuck?) What the fuck? (Rugged Man, what the fuck?) Is going on? (Up in the prison, prison) What the fuck? (What the fuck? What the fuck? (Up in the prison, prison) What the fuck is going on? (Up in the prison, prison) Yo, down with my man Akinyele, rock well east in L.I I know the spot well, when we die we go to Valhalla, not hell We vikings, see the way I trill, spit the real shit, don't care about selling That's how shit is, I don't need shit, remix Larry Holmes, 81 inches, that's what the reach is Eat this, lay down, face down, stay down, way down It's too late now, you ain't safe now It's getting crowded as Auschwitz You fuck without shit How's this on some hillbilly down south shit, acknowledge Rugged Man always bring the wild shit I'm sick of big budget videos and shiny outfits Some people hate us, some people love us See us in the club getting fat bitches' numbers I'm scared to get tested cause I never wear rubbers The basics, break it, race kids See us spray kids, dangerousness, dangerousesses People too scared to walk where we live You got beef, I'm at the crib And I'll be waiting with my shorts off Sitting on the porch with the sawed off Blow your balls off, you all soft Guys, you better recognize I'm one of the illest lyricists that ever exist So watch your back like Zorro I take a toll on your ass like the crown Burrough Fuck it, I'm thorough Niggas better face the facts or get smacked In the face with the gat I turned pretty boys into Craig Mack's Sometime it be's like that The name Akinyele remains a true remaining fact