I went from zero problems to like a hundred real quick,-
I went from zero haters to a like hundred i make 'em feel sick,-
I went from zero hoes to like a hundred i got an ill chick,-
I got a drill dick,-with aids but i bet that she'll still lick,-
That hoe knows how to make a mill quick,- (meal quick)
Like a bitch on the cookin' channel 'n i'm bawlin' harder than you so guess which of us she will pick,-
But anyways let's get into some real shit,-

I'm makin' a name off of'''bein' insane 'n maimin' bitches,-
'n keepin' it real'''even when gainin' fame 'n riches,-

My latent skill as an artist shows prominently,-
I have the most blatent illest 'n hardest flows dominantly,-

Crushin' all my competition i'm the truest realest 'n straightest M.C breathin' today
Among the fewest illest 'n greatest M.V.P'''s in a way,-

The shit i spit is so real you'd swear tupac's ghost was writin' for me,-
The way i mortify all these artists which glorify fake shit that're trite 'n corny,-

I will slaughter you,-
'n by the time i finish it'll be a miracle if you still got a crew,-
I saw your album's songs on itunes 'n said fuck it 'n bought a few,-
'n since i listened to the crap i've wanted to take away everything you had everytime i've thought of you,-

'cause when real motherfuckers look at me they see a beast but I ain't a mammal though,-
When real motherfuckers look at you they see you're(your)pussy, like a cameltoe
These real motherfuckers feel you on zero to a hundred ratio,-
You ain't dope just 'cause your whack shit's gettin' played on the fuckin' radio,-

It's funny how you fake bitches brag about startin' at the bottom 'n makin' it to the top in success with tons of fans 'cause you got 'em to know you though,-
We all know the real motherfuckers stay underground at the bottom below you so,-

You think you're better than us in skill,-
'cause you got more cheddar than us 'n still-

Talk about the same bullshit like:
I got cars like i got shoes in a shoe box,-
One for every day of the week in seperate garages with new locks,-
I'm a thug 'till i die livin' a life like tupac's,-
My dick's so big bitches gotta jerk it off with two hands like i got two cocks,- (dick's - dicks)

I'ma come to your club 'n when i cum in this hoe, i don't need no permission,- (come - cum)
I don't knock on the doors, i just come through like an emission,-
I'm the life of the party, i came in this bitch to kill it,-
I'ma bust in this pussy, and all you bitches 'gone feel it

I've been as sick as the flu, but i'm still flyin',- (fly 'n)
You haters are gettin' mad 'cause all i do is bawl and i'm still cryin'!,-
I've been in this game killin' it, and it's still dyin',-
If i say i'm not the king of the jungle, bitch i'm still lion!

This game's fixed like a bitch,-
That's been neutered but she still loves dicks like a bitch,-
Motherfuckers might ask me why i got on this song 'n why i did it,-
Well i had somethin' sick on the tip of my tongue 'n i had to try 'n spit it,-

I just wanted to diss this faggot 'n take his track-
'n spit on it like eminem to prove drake is whack,-
It's despicable dawg you're one of the fakest black-
Artists i've ever seen but i've heard of you so-
You must be famous but you're gonna regret that shit when i murder you though,-

And a lot of fans of music in this society have been so deluded by music now they don't know what a true poet is,-
'n you real artists like me might not get noticed for your art 'cause of that 'n that's a fact 'n you know it is,-

So i'ma spit the real shit 'cause you real motherfuckers relate to it 'n feel it,-
I ain't gonna follow the footsteps of these fake artists just to gain fame 'n spit raps like they do it 'n kill it,-

'n i just wanted to get that shit off my chest i didn't need to use some ill bars though i'm savin' 'em,-
'n for these haters that wanna get somethin' off their ramen noodles i'm microwavin' 'em,- (ramen - rhymin')

Yeah i'm savin' 'em like they're in danger,-
Real shit's extinct now the industry's never been stranger,-
'n all this pent up frustration i have is evokin' my anger,-

I have no desire to lie 'n,-
I'm tired of cryin',-

See bawlin' has a whole other meaning to me this is how i feel when i'm too despaired to cry,-
At my own expense i keep it real i wouldn't dare to lie,-
So to you haters 'n fake bitches i suggest you look out for the next chapter 'n prepare to die,-
Yeah. This shit was light. Seriously, y'all are hella weak mayn
Oh well, I had fun wit it. X out, peace


(Extra material I wrote after recording [For Fun])
0 to a 100 remixes of this ill shit,-
'n not one of 'em fuckin' with this real shit

Remix this song a hundreds times 'n be on the charts toppin',-
'n once i get to a hundred it's too late to starts stoppin',-
Watch all your hearts droppin',-
As soon as your album starts floppin',-