Hearse

**** want a verse that's a hearse

That bitch wanna suck my dick that's a curse

My **** really out here thats for certain

We gone leave yall hurt

Yall need some nurses

And it all falls down

**** I'm the cream of the crop

Fictional kings

They say that they the kings when they not

Tempurpedic

these **** sleepin on us like cots

Not talking bout rocks

When they was slinging them shots

Been in the game like the x button

Cross em out

If that rapper trash he ain't sayin nothing

Toss em out

And I'm on my boss shit

I ain't rent the crib I bought the house

Bitches say I'm awesome

Steve Austin when I stun the crowd

We got shooters on roof

We got shooters in the house

We got shooters in hell

Some of our shooters are in jail

Yall rapping like yall don't know who yall wanna be

Yo lines wobbly that's a transverse

Got yo baby mama in a damn skirt

Went to the Louis Vuitton store and bought yo house ****

Meanwhile you in denial can't even by a couch ****

**** spazin they gone be in the casket when the canon hit you

Yall **** need some anger management yall got mad issues

I ain't mad at you

My skin like plant tissue

But at the end the day this rap shit I am the guru

**** want a verse that's a hearse

That bitch wanna suck my dick that's a curse

My **** really out here thats for certain

We gone leave yall hurt

Yall need some nurses