My Resurrection lyrics

What′s all this bullsh*t I hear about me being dead?
This bullsh*t rumour startin' in West B?
Man I know who started this f*ckin′ rumour yo!
Erin Bleep
This motherf*cka
Went to meet up a 13 year old girl
Who he thought was a 13 year old girl who he talked to online
But was a cop
And when the cop walked up to his car with a Uzi, motherf*ckas smokin' a joint
(What did he say that wasn't true?) (Not a goddamn thing everything that muthaf*cka said was true y′know, motherf*cka just didn′t wanna hear it)

This Rucka Rucka Ali, we bringin' the b*tches to the yard with this one boi!

Ruckas back and whack as f*ck
Squeak clean like a rubber duck
b*tch please I could give a f*ck
If you and your crew say that this n*gga sucks
Show up with a blast in yo ass
Take yo b*tch you don′t know when I pass
Boi I take yo b*tch so fast I'm in I′m out and i'm gone in a flash
(HmmMmmMhMMMhMMMmmHmmm)
Yeah!
You know better than to ever let yo guard down
Yo girl scream but I told her not to make a sound
Bent her over till she hit the ground
I taped her mouth shut but the b*tch was still too loud
I love the sound of ma nuts when they hit yo throat
Like a telephone, get me in the zone, throw a dog a bone
Lemme get ma kicks and I′m on ma way home
(LalaLalaLalaLalalalalaLalaLalaLalaLalalalala)
I roll bleak and I love to slot
C'mon b*tch, connect the dots
I'm comin′ back fo′ yo' tater tots
Ya know captain′s got a job, he be on the clock
What yo got ima slingin' skills
I got rocks an′ a box o' pills
You tryn′ jack me, steal ma jill
Ima throw yo' punk-ass on the grill
Nobody believes ya till they see ya
Tell yo' story on the media
Bite the hand that feeds you pizza
b*tch put it on the visa
Cap girl underneath cuz she a skeezer
Five dollar hots f*ckin like little caesar
Cuz we goin′ on a West Branch pillage
I′m the same muthaf*cka that poisoned the spinach

DJ Nonsense
Bring it on

I did it all for ma n*gga
(What?)
Ma n*gga
You f*ckin' with the Man
You f*ckin′ with the Wrong man
You f*ckin' with the Man
You f*ckin′ with the Wrong man
I did it all for ma n*gga
(What?)
Ma n*gga
You f*ckin' with the Man
You f*ckin′ with the Wrong man
You f*ckin' with the Man
You f*ckin' with the Wrong man
I did it all for ma n*gga
(What?)
Ma n*gga
You f*ckin′ with the Man
You f*ckin′ with the Wrong man
You f*ckin' with the Man
(f*ck that Erin Bleep)