[Numerous Q's]
I'm mad as f*ck, stacking up some cash and run like I'm a robber though
I could flow it hot or cold
Knock 'em hoes like dominoes
Jimi's "Facing the Light"
We got some paper to write on then I hop in the booth to finish my night
Ill and I might make it, probably not
No stopping me, not
Used to be a magnet to pot, now I'm sad every song
So I had to make this remix, hope you're taggin' along
I'm a punchline fighter, knock you out
I got a one-track mind sir, or four-track cause I record tracks
I'ma rap monster, mad mongrel
Blast speakers or blast heaters at some f*cking Math Teachers
p*ssed at pussies like cat pee-ers
Wife-beaters and nice sneakers
I might beat up any beat that's coming close to me
Ask Devious if he could get any b*tch to choke on "SK33TS"
Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, NE
[Devious Hitman]
Ripping these rhymes like bong rips
Patio chillin' with some swishers in the clip
Got a fine dime snorting some coke lines off my head without a mind
Givin' me dome 'til we arrive at her home
Her Dad's asking why her lipstick's wrong
I'm a diesel engine running off some bud and twitter mentions
Rapping 'til I got a group of henchmen
I work like a placebo
A good student just ain't me bro
Nah, that's a lie stay in drugs and don't do school
Call me a philosopher cause I'll be flossin' with some fur
[Voluntary]
I'm writing this for free you could call it voluntarily
I can't jot it down quick, but I'll make it sick
First time producing but I produce a lot
You call it a little but I call it everyday
I'm kinda nervous but I got no worries
We're all here for the same reason, so I can keep the steady flow movin'
[Odiious]
Shoot a b*tch in the face to show I'm getting serious
Up in Stevie's pad on the toilet sh*ttin', furious
Peepin' in the locker room since I was toddler, curious
f*ck a b*tch before a show hollering b*tch hurry
This after party with some b*tches always down to f*ck me
Like those b*tches going rough, bedtime rugby
Drugs do me, when I wanna f*cking forget
Catch me in the cut while I'm f*cking on your b*tch
You mad boy? How about we face off
Bath Salts crazy baby, eat your f*cking face off
Better say your prayers b*tch, thank Based God
Trick you out your mula like I was Bernie Madoff
Sike, "suck my di*k" like "Gees" was my theme song
Tryna get some sl*t b*tches that I could skeet on
Think this sh*t serious, you got the beat wrong
Catch me with a ratchet b*tch, showing off her cheap thong
Eat my ass like you was eating sh*tty soup
Wannabes copying you just a sh*tty dude
Good flow rhymes, sniff a quick coke line
Wonderin' if I'm the best, I really knew the whole time
[Numerous Q's]
DOPE RHYMES!