制作
作曲和作词
K. Mack
词曲作者
歌词
I been known to spit great since a baby fetus
**** bumped my mixtape before they prayed to jesus
take your thesis
toss it in a lake in pieces
don't debate the beasts cause i don't tolerate your weakness
I ain't yeezus mistakes that i make egregious
breakin' teeth they wonder where the fuckin pain relief is
everybody's tall and I am not little
cops talk about me like i'm malcom at the hospital
No one man should have all that power
and not say shit, we call that cowards
I stay Dope, nothing but the raw crack powder
they thought shit was sweet, but when all has soured
I'll be standing right here like I never missed it
smoke drugs, and start to grow pessimistic
since my skull had to get a whole set of stitches
it made my penmanship sick bitch
don't get it twisted
we breaking through brick walls cause they bred em vicious
you lookin for chris paul trying to get assisted
I'll be doing this shit till I'm a penny less prick
what's the use of all the skill if you just never risk it
Mic hogging til there's no one left
and take a milf home for some grown up sex
Fuck a crook cop, and throw up sets
and make these other rappers get so upset
Why y'all **** look so upset
I ain't satisfied with all that I get
i show my ass ain't no regrets
y'all flow is trash i ain't so impressed
On the wax, you peasants kind of disgust me, with you fuckin' fashion
i could take over the planet with no muzzle flashin
call me the blade cause i'm cuttin slashin
you up in past tense I spaz on **** like i'm a drunk assassin
fuck a passion
i wanna cash in
when i would sag my mom would slap and tuck my ass in (what up)
barefoot vipers home no bites, I charm them microphone
this a self glorifying rap peakcock song
so don't mind me, I'm just getting my Lee Scott on?
I make beats all day so I don't need my phone
the beast don't play
you should see my show
when my clique round
it's terrorist fist pound
fuck a bentley sucka MC's hit ground
saying awww shit now
aye yall need to sit down
I am in the gutta like the muthafuckin it clown
Make em float
Belichick at my practice taking notes
bars make your blood clot like jamaican folk
Feed em to the crocodile
for the way he spoke
these **** got a lot of styles
but they ain't as dope
Written by: K. Mack

