Murder Me

Hello mom and dad

What up, Frank

You wanted me to do this, right?

Yeah, do it

What up, Gianna?

Communicatin' while anonymous doesn't accomplish too much

So i'ma get this fuckin' platform, keep on talkin' my stuff

Reachin' everybody From the South Side of Atlanta

To the place I'm more familiar with but I paint panoramas

That'll make you trip like I love Lucy

By the way, I took a trip and I love Lucy

She introduced me to the truth

I wrap a noose around your boss real quick

Kick his stool out, make his boss' boss feel it

And naw my balls won't fit In the palm of my hand

So don't ask me to grab 'em, I let 'em hang I'm the man

Fuck spellin' it out, I'm yellin' it out

Y'all flip then you flop, you're not hip, you're not hop

I'm just a product of listenin' to washed up artists submittin'

Feeble attempts to stay on, so all that garbage you givin'

Is gettin' you thrown out

I'm thrown, leave me alone I'm in my zone now

Too many clowns, Diemon is full of lions, it's time to roam now

And my life is a good book, bogus, rollin' good kush

Never house a bitch because they bite and bark, woof, woof

Look, look, the world is pullin' me down, I'm 'bout to push, push

And let the visions on my head pull my sled, Balto, mush, mush

Y'all lay beneath the tush, tush, and your pockets stay empty

'Cause your mouth is full of pussy, go dive in ambition

Swim around in some talent, bust a nut full of visions

Then hit it again with some passion

And get to crackin', like the sea monster

I see monsters with all that fee-fi-fo-fum

But y'all ain't scarin' no one, so just fall back

'Cause it's D-I-E-M-O-N till the motherfuckin' world ends

And I'm probably where your girl is

Now them same motherfuckers wanna murder me

And I wonder if the Lord ever heard of me

I need loot so I'm doin' what I do

And don't say shit until you walked in my shoes

Now them same motherfuckers wanna murder me

And I wonder if the Lord ever heard of me

There was no other destiny to choose

I had nothin' left to lose, so singin' **** blues

I'ma heavy thinker, light smoker, Henny drinker

Gotta gift for the game wrapped around my middle finger

No semi-circles in the Diemon shit, squares don't linger

I'm your dudes favorite rapper, and your bitches favorite singer

It's Jerry Springer in this hotel room, minus the violence

We questionin' each other on some who, what, where and why shit

But, back to this livin' out the dream, or tryna find it

Fuck it, I think I found it, fuck that, I know I found it

Y'all old dudes ain't new no more y'all need a fountain

Y'all be king of the hill, motherfuckers, I got the mountain

Y'all shoutin', makin' commotion

Barely makin' a wave, I'll make the ocean

And park my yacht on your property with no apology for show boatin'

And I've met God a lot, but I've never met Jesus

I've even met the devil and kicked it with her on some G shit

She showed me hos to get to Hell, I showed her how to leave it

And close that fuckin' door shut, as I walk towards my freedom

Now them same motherfuckers wanna murder me

And I wonder if the Lord ever heard of me

I need loot so I'm doin' what I do

And don't say shit until you walked in my shoes

Now them same motherfuckers wanna murder me

And I wonder if the Lord ever heard of me

There was no other destiny to choose

I had nothin' left to lose, so singin' **** blues

Don't get to fucked up, you can still get dropped

Employees handin' out fades to the boss

I'm not sayin' that I'm either one, nah

I'm just sayin' that it can be done, oh, oh, oh, oh