C'mon
Shit
Pussy ass n***as...
It's cool, just a couple flesh wounds
I should be cool

[Verse 1]
Fuck what you heard like a pregnant deaf chick
What a way to start off my CD, message
MC's be, threatened
I keep three, weapons
To squeeze heat or retrieve me
So we could eat, breakfast
Serial killer, James Bond, who seen me, exit
Black tux, mask plus silencers, PP7
Believe me, I'm a legion, I leave G's headless
Name a n***a out here that can beat me, question
I view you rappers as a, free-me section
Serve em like Cici's pizza, peep the selection
Label me the king, he be the peasant
Skeet skeet in your girl like feed me erection
It's me, Mike and Breeze
Keep the exception
You other n***as lack bars, 3G connection
Trust me, I'm not the one MC's need to mess with
Beat the shit out of pussies, please think domestic
N***as talkin swag with a three week investment
With a fat bitch who house smells like feces and wet fish
In-house studio, needs me to bless it
Rob you for your shit, you're like "Police please arrest him"
N***as keep cakin, when I need beats perfected
Then hookin up with other cats when she seen me textin
Imma come through unannounced with heat and leave you breathless
Then upload the audio to teach G's a lesson
[Chorus]
I know a lot of y'all n***as ain't wanna see this
But I'm so tired of the fuckery
So I'm making fun of these kids
But the funny thing is
I don't give a fuck
I know a lot of y'all n***as ain't wanna see this
But I'm so tired of the fuckery
So I'm making fun of these kids
But the funny thing is
I don't give a fuck

[Verse 2]
N***as know that I'm the illest, I done figured it out
My freestyle killing a written, it be trippin em out
They throw a beat on but I'd rather text and sit on the couch
And have your girl daydreaming bout me dicking her down
You go to make a store run, I'd rather sit in the house
You're like "Why not?" I'm like "Blood I feel like chilling for now"
I'm in it lit and now your chick got me digging her out
She stroke it with two hands, I made her get me a towel
Know if I hit it from the back, she'd want to empty her bowels
Remember you fronted on me bruh, lost everything now
You get back and guffed a swisher then you fill it with loud
And now your bitch upstairs, fixing me child
This is real shit homie, but n***as'll doubt
So I'm making a statement, I bet you're listening now
I'm on some Slim Shady shit, bet you remember me now
So name a n***a more intricate when he's flipping the style
It's still Snake House
Can't wait till my n***a get out
N***as fakin like he only Brainsickin' for now
When you see a couple commas then you'll figure it out
I'm Brainsickin' n***a, so n***a bow down
[Chorus]
I know a lot of y'all n***as ain't wanna see this
But I'm so tired of the fuckery
So I'm making fun of these kids
But the funny thing is
I don't give a fuck
I know a lot of y'all n***as ain't wanna see this
But I'm so tired of the fuckery
So I'm making fun of these kids
But the funny thing is
I don't give a fuck