D.O.R. (Death of Rap) lyrics

[Intro]
f*ck the rap game
It's that death of the rap game
f*ck the world
I'm God
Lil B

[Verse]
I'm militant, I'm very Based, I'm very proper
You want the war, you bring your troops, I'll bring the choppers
You n*ggas gay, yeah, you gay, you f*ckin' faggot
I'm head first, with 30 rounds I let them have it
Battlefield with fast cash, you never grab it
I post up with big blunts and Maseratis
Rick Ross, the new whip is Big Body
New Boys, you b*tch-n*ggas I been Rocky
Been c*cky, ask Josh, I been active
Ride a bus, with long straps, no riff-raff
Then you drive cars, we hold guns, Dodge Magnum
Yes, tragic how he left with no comments
Never settle for n*gga-rich, I'm gonna rob em
Catch me slippin' with tiny pants, you think I'm nerdy
.45 got nice aim; I throw curvy
My game, I run court, I'm James Worthy
From the block, I'm from the bricks like New Jersey
I did court, I did jail, you can't hurt me
Waterfront the fam n*gga, it's West Berkeley
And they ask where I been, I been rappin'
You drive cars, you f*ckin' fag, I been gassin'
In my eyes is blood, sweat and pain, cuz
It's a shame that they don't know my name, Blood
Lil B: I blow trees in all seasons
Think I'm slippin? Find out! For no reason
Met pain, I met God, I met death
They all said I'm BasedGod, and that's that
Spit sick, I spit rhymes, I spit facts
I'm not Drake, I ain't come in the game rich
f*ck you if you don't feel my game, b*tch
f*ck you if you don't like my name, b*tch
BasedGod tell your girl, she could suck on it
Put money on God and I bust on him
Don't hate! I rock out like Philly rock
Real street, like a New York City block
Beat your ass like a New York City cop
Flipmode, a Rah Digga, a mind-figure
f*ck crackers, f*ck hoes & f*ck n*ggas
f*ck her, f*ck you & f*ck me
Lil B: I'm back b*tch, I spit heat
Post up, I sell dimes and fat zips
Got crack: the cats come like catnip
Don't trip: I never fold like napkins
Real goon, I'm just Robbin' like Baskins
Anthrax a real boy like Osama
Been played, I been beat, I love drama
X-Man on defense, it's street sh*t
Riding up in deep tints & deep dish
Never thought I'd come hard? I fooled you!
Been watchin', I cursed you it's Voodoo
Been locked in, Mach-10s and Mac-10s
Leave his head split and no Cochran to back him
Don't you n*ggas wish I'd fall off the Big League?
At my lowest point, sacrifice to make bread
XMR - call your b*tch and get head
She don't really like you: possum, she play dead
Riding up top. Real n*ggas and big blocks
Say the pack dead? b*tch n*gga the pack hot
All these new n*ggas is my sons, the new boys
f*ck you rap n*ggas: new guns and new toys
Infrared beam make you dream, then POOF!, boy
Semi-auto rounds make you scream like Luke, boy
Only other thing that I ain't did is die yet
I don't like that mindset, n*gga, it's the grind-set
Don't wear a watch, cause it could be your time next
You not a threat: my rap flow is bomb threats
Stay in your house: I'm stampeding with death threats
sh*t, think you hard?: I bust a nut like good sex
Think you real? A Bay n*gga, a hood vet
Lil B: I'm BasedGod with no stress
Incest, f*ck your bruh and f*ck your b*tch
No homo.. f*ck your life, I'm getting rich
Mexican: I'm illegal, I move bricks
No love, I dog hoes like new pits
Doctor! I need help, the game's sick
Lil B give a f*ck about the fame, b*tch
[Outro]
Welcome to the army
D.O.R., n*gga
Death Of Rap
f*ck all you rap n*ggas, Lil B run this sh*t
BasedGod