Look At Me! (Video Version) lyrics

Part 1: Look At Me!

[Intro: Dildo Uni]
Behold my liege, I am your noble steed

[Verse: XXXTENTACION]
I'm like "b*tch, who is your mans?" (Ayy)
Can't keep my di*k in my pants (Ayy)
My b*tch don't love me no mo' (Ayy)
She kick me out I'm like vro (Ayy)
That b*tch don't wanna be friends (Ayy)
I gave her di*k, she amen (Ayy)
She put her tongue on my di*k (Ayy)
Look at my wrist, about ten (Ayy)
Just got a pound of the boof (Ayy)
Brought that sh*t straight to the booth (Ayy)
Tommy my Hilfiger voots (Ayy)
She said, "wan' f*ck?" b*tch, I do (Ayy)
You put a gun on my mans (Ayy)
I put a hole in your parents (Ayy)
I just got lean on my ksubis (Ayy)
I got a UZI, no Uzi

Part 2: RIOT

[Intro: Luke White]
Luke White on the beat
[Verse: XXXTENTACION]
You ever seen a n*gga hung with a gold chain?
I'd rather sing about the same things that we claim
Such is bashful, but n*ggas like the task force
Mobbin' on the streets and robbin' stores in ski masks, bruh
n*ggas ask for peace in a riot and bring violence
'Cause it's a game of cat and mouse and you gon' bleed silent
What's the justice in sayin' f*ck it and grab the pump?
Then kill a woman of many children makes you a chump
Look at all the stores you wreckin', n*gga I reckon
Think about the people who own it for about a second
I know you got your problems, but brother, they got theirs
This is not a game, quit violence and grow a pair
But yo, you'd rather hear me say, "f*ck black prejudice!"
"Let's murder different races, grow hatred and form irrelevant!"
Views and etcetera, knives thrown
Damage 'em, lives blown, oblivion hole cold, oblivious
I won't dare say that you should stop the f*ckin' ignorance
Murder ops, killin' sh*t, I'd enjoy the thrill of it
Bath in blood of officers', different corpses, offin' 'em, Auction 'em, don't you bark at 'em
Murder 'em, never heard of 'em
I could preach the peace but say "f*ck it" and preach the murder
'Cause this ain't f*ckin' life that we livin'
Go ahead and grab the extension
Grab another one: uncle, cousin, brother, son
Glory to all the chosen ones that will rid you of the innocence
But in a sense, innocent will soon behold the ignorance
Blasphemous, killin' our own, murderin' black—
[Outro: XXXTENTACION]
Equity and equality: the end result we all — the ones that don't want to live in misery, that is — desire. And naturally we all black and white are schadenfreude or malicious. Here are a few examples

Emmett Till, August 28th, 1955, Mississippi — pulled out of his house in the middle of the night, in front of his mother who had to watch her son be taken from her on the sidelines, for little to no reason at all worth murdering a fourteen-year-old boy. Castrated, mutilated, but also doc*mented for the years to see

Kori Ali Muhammad, black-on-white. Philando Castile, white-on-black. Now these things never come to or remotely remain in the public eye. And the youth is never inspired to take a stand to make a difference. So I will speak for them. The youth, that is, the ones full of innocence. The ones inspired by the things around them, to matter

I can go on forever about the fact that murder is murder whether you're black or white. You should always feel free to voice your opinion, but to act out on these irrational thoughts in every shape or form is disgusting. You cannot, as black or white, call yourself the supreme race when moved out of your comfort by the opposition's color, their skin color. That is no form of being or demonstrating being a supreme being

If you are a supremacist, be unmoved by the opposition. Remain unscathed in the comfort of your own home, in your own realm. Demonstrate care for the youth's future, white or black, black or white. Are you willing to risk your child's future due to your own bigotry? The choice is yours, but your child will not stand for the hate. This generation will be loved, nurtured, heard and understood