| You claim if you get knocked by the cops |
| You'll give 'em not even a statement |
| Walk in the arraignment, shoot the bailiff |
| Karate kick the plaintiff |
| Gotti with the stainless |
| I'll just call it shoddy entertainment |
| If y'all was in the party gettin' faded |
| On molly, had the audience sedated |
| You wouldn't catch a body if it fainted |
| Probably let it fall and hit the pavement |
| But you'd be the first lobbyin' to claim it |
| Bitch, stop bein' a lame |
| Your hobby isn't robbery and dismemberin' body limbs |
| Like you was Tommy Lynn Sells |
| And chainsawing them in the basement |
| Hardly fits your job description |
| Ain't nobody dippin' out the back of the club like, "Oh my God, he's trippin'" |
| Only time you get the blade is probably with the dang lawn equipment, ain't it? |
| Wouldn't take a bobby pin and wave it |
| I need to stop bein' debated |
| You're still copyin', Xeroxing, I'm still coppin' a feel |
| Like Bill Cosby at will, popping a pill then spill Oxys in Jill's coffee |
| Then send her out to the hotel lobby a lil' wobbly and still groggy |
| This blonde fucks reprehensible misconducts, never sensible |
| Kiss my butt, my set of principles is gone |
| But 'til I get the President to respond |
| My pen and pencil is a missile launcher |
| And send it to Mitch McConnell |
| Just as big of a bitch as Donald |
| Shit's on, bruh |
| Let me sing this shit soprano |
| While I do it pizzicato |
| Ivanka, stiff arm her |
| While I'm hittin' on Melania |
| And this song's for all ya |
| These drums and hard snares bring out the worst in me |
| Like Justin Ross Harris at a nursery |
| Goin' ham at candy yam on nanny cam |
| I'm gettin' handys with the zanny Xannys in the Caddy armrest |
| I'm imagining objects, so I'm batting cobwebs |
| From a daddy longleg |
| And Hamtramck, got the panoramic camera |
| Xanax, a banana hammock and a Santa hat |
| I'm smellin' like a damn mechanic |
| With a chick that looks like Janet Jackson with a Spanish accent |
| Twice your age and I'm actin' half it |
| Grow up? Nah |
| Not that I know of, y'all |
| Basement just got a frickin' overhaul, got a stripper pole installed |
| Started rollin' all through those Kolonopins like a bowlin' ball |
| Like an overdose on twice the ratio of Propofol and go through no withdrawal |
| While I get fellatio and give a facial to an interracial blow-up doll and Rachel Dolezal |
| You're so appalled, so's my manager |
| Bitch I'm amateur, fuck a pro career |
| Coast is clear, but nowhere to go from here |
| And nobody's close, so don't compare |
| They ain't nowhere near, I'm way over here |
| My competition can't see me |
| 'Cause I don't own a mirror |
| But Marshall, you are terrific, so smart and gifted |
| I'm so narcissistic, when I fart, I sniff it |
| Do a fake dab to smell my armpits with it |
| Your anxiety's throwin' gang signs |
| But I made strides with these rape lines |
| I'm cuttin' back on women hate crimes |
| Like Ray Rice when he FaceTimes |
| Bang, bang, bang, bang time |
| Dang knives to butcher them gay wives |
| You're gonna need sutures the same size |
| As the blade I push into captcha |
| When I pull 'em like.. sleigh rides |
| Gotta stab a bitch at least eight times |
| To make it on Dateline |
| I came to stake my claim like a canine |
| Waitin' in a buffet line |
| So Kellyanne Conway, I'm a really bad hombre |
| Come play, belly dance on me |
| I've been making wedding plans all day |
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| Eight year old with the wordplay |
| Girl, take this pole like a survey |
| Today wasn't my birthday |
| But I'm caked up like a dessert tray |
| So we're in shape |
| 'Cause you're in a slurrin' state |
| I'm a ten, you're an eight, like what I do before, after, and during rape |
| You wanna get into a pissin' contest and find out who's better? |
| And they made a fool out of what I pulled out him |
| R. Kelly with a full bladder |
| Not in high school, grad, I'm not a scholar |
| But I'm so cold that I'm droppin' out with my degrees |
| It's the same as I got in college (zero) |
| But nobody's hotter, you owe me my respect |
| I owe you nada like lodi partner that blow me |
| Told you I'm so dirty, homie you can throw me in some holy water |
| With some floaties on |
| And get the soap, and try to get the Pope to hold me |
| While you hose me off And nope I won't be washed |
| You hope to God I don't explode, I gotta blow this spot up, though |
| I got a lotta more |
| I won't put the sugar coating on it though |
| 'Cause sometimes you can feel like your energy's expired |
| Rap's got you drained, dead tired, zapped |
| You feel like a wet pile of crap |
| But look, man, like the feds buggin' my phone, uh huh |
| I get why you're tapped |
| But you gotta get your fire back |
| Catch fire, get upset and fire back |
| Is what I tell myself |
| When times get bad |
| 'Cause sometimes I might get sad |
| Well I take the same advice I had |
| And tell myself like I used to tell Hailie, when life's a drag |
| Told her to do like her dad, don't cry, get mad |
| 'Cause little baby powders belong in diaper bags |
| I'm hyper, by the time you see this side of me |
| I'm right in your ass |
| 'Fore the pen, I stood up for the kid who had to put up with the bullies at his school (at his school) |
| You ain't have to have no money or go shoppin' just to cop a fuckin' attitude |
| Now my dough's amountin' to a mountain, it's rised too high to count it |
| Never asked to be rich, all I did was wish I had a dime for every time that I was doubted |
| But then I think about it and I'm enraged |
| 'Cause I just figured out that if I was paid |
| For the time I spent to put the pen to the page |
| It'd be minimum wage |
| But it's embedded in my head and if I hunted for the bread |
| And what I wanted was to be the one that they was scared of |
| But I'm never gonna get the credit for the sweat and blood I put up in the pen |
| And when I'm dead I wonder will they put me on a pedestal |
| Or forget I was ever this incredible |
| I guess I better go harder than ever 'cause I'll never get |
| Another mothafuckin' opportunity again |
| To offend as many people with this I can, simply because I can |
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