Space Space!

Since part of this Dissclosure, is to close the door on constant dissin' of nobodies

It's only right I pay homage to one of the greatest producers of all time

One of the best producer rappers of all time

With a light remake of a classic

Haha

It only makes Sense

So lets get it

Space Space!

You could just ignore em they gon' still be in ya business it don't matter

**** still be on my dick

Give they ass a warnin' try to fight em they ignore it from a distance keep on yappin' from the lips

I know how much I'm shinin' and you lookin' up to me you'll never get here

That's because I am the shit

Why do I have to tell you get up off my dick?

Now lets get down to business, I'm tryin

But I keep on hearing a bunch of yappin' from these bitches

In the lab, brand new equipment, all night

Workin' on some shit to get you all right

While the overgrown, bums are playin' Fortnite

Bro had told, me he's in my business at Courtside

Watching how I play then report it like Mike Breen

Space the mic fiend leave 'em shakin' like that wake up when the high's clean

Fly like the Red-eye getcha Visine, drippy like the faucet

You haggle over cost I just bought it

Notre Dame Hunchback, folded by the lunch rack

Body frame run-down face that's a punchin' bag

Wack ass rapist, That **** still Space is

I'll do ya like that red word on GTA (Wasted)

You need to mind ya business Imma stop askin' ya to

And just boot yo muthafuckin ass to the moon

You could just ignore em they gon' still be in ya business it don't matter

**** still be on my dick

Give they ass a warnin' try to fight em they ignore it from a distance keep on yappin' from the lips

I know how much I'm shinin' and you lookin' up to me you'll never get here

That's because I am the shit

Why do I have to tell you get up off my dick?

Now, I know you got ya dick sucked by a man befo

But he wasn't the first ya little trickass

Dick fuck bitchass, pussy-taking loser

Workin' fast food 'till you got threatened then you quit that

Ran out ya town and lost the house that you lived at

Ran off ya mouth all success you resist that

Can't take rejection still that's all you ever gettin

Can't get a break or some head without a weapon

Men are the exception, a failure from inception

Frail in every section of your existence you little piss-pad

Put him in the dick head, leave him in the trick bag

I'll see him soon leave him on his i'dass, yeah

As you can see Mr. Space ain't your average everyday muthfucka

Massive heavy weight I will crush ya

Oh yeah he's very poor and his breath needs a mint

The pussy don't make Dollaz and emits some bad scents

You could just ignore em they gon' still be in ya business it don't matter

**** still be on my dick

Give they ass a warnin' try to fight em they ignore it from a distance keep on yappin' from the lips

I know how much I'm shinin' and you lookin' up to me you'll never get here

That's because I am the shit

Why do I have to tell you get up off my dick?