With balls, in his durag, he sags, fearing no man

He stands, pen in his hand like Edward Scissor-hands

Who slices competition and just goes about his business

Anyone who knows about him knows about his shindig

Shenanigans, and all his wacky antics in the papers

Shady's dangling a baby tangled in a blanket, strangling

And hanging him over the railing by the ankles on some gangster shit

Child endangerment, dark brain, arcane with it, Mark Twain in it

You aren't taming it, sharp pain in the heart

Aiming a bar, chamber to carve names in it

Start spraying and start ravin' on beef, starved, craving it

You're at arm's length, you're in harm's way of it

'Bout to show your ass why I'm still a pain in it

You wanna know how I do it? I can't explain this shit

Mechanic's brain with a pinch of Big Daddy Kane in it

But I can show you the ropes 'til you get the hang of it

Elephantiasis of the nuts, element

Of Intelligent Hoodlum, Arrested Development

Cella Dwellers and Wise Intelligent, since elementary

Through Hell I went, accelerant from lack of melanin

Failing in school, smart aleck wit

Helped me to rebel against shit so well and vent

So eloquently, yet, I was irrelevant

Soon as I quit giving a fuck I started to sell a bit

Now let's travel inside the mind of a hater

'Cause I don't see no fans, all I see's a bunch of complainers

"Kendrick's album was cool, but it didn't have any bangers

Wayne's album or Ye's, couldn't tell you which one was lamer

Joyner's album was corny, Shady's new shit is way worse

Everything is either too tame or there's too much anger

I didn't like the beat, so I hated Might Delete Later"

You nerdy pricks would find something wrong with 36 Chambers

It's what they do to the greats

Pick apart a Picasso and make excuses to hate

So you can wait for your flowers until you're blue in the face

Stupid, you ain't gonna get 'em until your funeral wake (Hm)

🎵

Been waiting a long time for this shit (ah)

Long time no see (ah)

Thought you got rid of my ass, huh? (Let me go, you sick fuck)

Alright, here's what we're gonna do (piece of shit)

You take this (no)

Or I put a bullet between your fucking eyes (I don't wanna)

Here (fuck, no) then we'll split it (no)

Half an Ativan, I'm drivin' straight at a van

In a black Sedan, fast as I can

In Pakistan gettin' chased by a pack of Stans

You know how I roll, bitch (what?) I'm an avalanche

This my shit, I'm gonna spit it how I wanna spit it

Whoever gets offended, suck a dick and fuck a critic

'Bout to get retarded on this motherfuckin' shit, it

"You can't say retarded," shut up, midget (the fuck?)

And I've been tryna break the habit of sayin' any R words

But I'm still an addict, so it's getting harder (ah)

Been callin' bitches "hoes" since a kindergartner

This is Jimmy Carter, now I'm kitty-cornered (what?)

Sittin' in PC court with a shitty lawyer (shit), like damn

You got an addiction, man

I know you can't get rid of me forever 'cause you know that I'm prescription, man

Goddamn, I miss you, Slim (whoo)

You got an addiction, man

I know you can't get rid of me forever 'cause you know that I'm prescription, man

Next time, I'll be in your vein (yeah)

Was just a kid from Detroit who knew how to destroy the booth

And had a point to prove (yeah), and I'm missin' (what?)

Venomous, still I poison youth, sentences (yeah)

I'm pennin' are just to toy with you

Which is a joy to do, Slim is just (what?)

A lyricist here to voice his true sentiments (yeah), got the women pissed

And it seems like men are just (what?) off growing a huge clitoris (pussies)

Yeah, I probably annoyed a few feminists

I reminisce on them blowing a fuse over my points of views

Still I'm devoid of two shits to give (yeah)

My thinkin' is primitive

But when it comes to givin' it to anybody, boy, is Bruce generous (marshall)

And I'm 'bout as much of boy as Bruce Jenner is (damn)

'Cause I'm not a boy, I'm a man, bitch, man-bitch (ha-ha)

My speech is free as his choice to choose gender is (man)

This shit is like opioid abuse, isn't it? (Yup)

You got an addiction, man

I know you can't get rid of me forever 'cause you know that I'm prescription, man

Goddamn, I miss you, Slim (whoo, uh)

You got an addiction, man

I know you can't get rid of me forever 'cause you know that I'm prescription, man

Next time, I'll be in your veins

There's times when I lay down to sleep, I argue with myself

Am I the only one who thinks it's weird? Do I need help?

Just a little bit, no, a lot of it, I really, really gotta quit

Something's wrong with me, my God, old habits die hard

Look at you

What's the matter with you people?

You're sad that people are mean?

Well, I'm sorry, the world isn't one big liberal arts college campus

F- you, you're all pricks

Mom shaming, dad shaming (ah), yeah

Fat shaming (what?) Man-splaining, blah (pfft)

Cry babies attack Shady, wah

Mad 'cause they can't tame me (get it)

Here come the censors (look out), like the Avengers

And they assemble like Prince and then turn

A word like "ginger" into the N-word

All these pronouns (ah) I can't remember (damn)

They or them, theirs? (Who?) His or him, hers? (Ah)

Into them girls who bought tits to get attention

Then get hit on by ugly men who are (creep)

Not in your league, so you pretend you're a victim

And me-too 'em (ah), outraged, how fake? (What?)

Nowadays, some gals, they (what?) just clout-chase (yeah)

Look at me with sour grapes and your brow raised

Bitch, you ain't about head (what?) About face (whoo)

Little white, middle-age, upper-middle-class

With a glass of wine and your cigarette

Bitch, get off the internet (yeah), you ain't even fed your kids dinner yet (still)

Parental discretion, mental aggression, my head's a Smith & Wesson

You're messin' with a lethal weapon, like an evil stepdad

I got an infrared like the ginger stepkid who pissed the bed

I do this shit in jest and it's just a messin' up with your head

And if men wanna wear lipstick and women's underwear

Who cares? Their shit is their business, now bear witness

Beware, bitches, the Blair Witch on you scared bitches

I'm surreptitious (what?) on square business

Just attacked my therapist with a pair of scissors like "Merry Christmas"

Dressed as a Hare Krishna, terrorist with a hair trigger (whoo)

But with these buttons I'm always pushing (yeah), pain I'm always inflicting (what?)

Protestors outside the Shady offices livid (yeah)

It'll make you think that you had the game on lock 'til they pick it (trick it)

Only way for me to explain it is I'm conflicted (what?)

Walkin' on eggshells, like if I take it too far, is this it? (Yeah)

Part of me gets it and wants to say I'm sorry and fix it (I'm so-)

So all my statements are basically contradictive (what?)

Like using the F-word for gay is wrong and offensive (what?)

And insensitive as if me sayin' the R-word isn't (wait)

Wait a minute, which R-word? Rape or retarded, midget? (Not cool, guys)

Would this rhyme be okay if South Park had did it? (Okay, screw you guys)

Would it make you less angry if Cartman spit it? (Goddammit)

And as far as what I just stated, regarding midgets

You'll probably think I'll just say that I'm playin', I'm not, I meant it (yeah)

Swear to God I see one of them little fuckers come at me

I'll pick it up by its legs and drop it and kick it

"Marshall, you're wicked, face it, you are addicted" (I know)

But they gon' do me the same as DaBaby with all of this shit (why?)

Chappelle and Colin, they're callin' Shady misogynistic

While raisin' three daughters, two graduated from college with honor

Summa cum laude, my sense of humor is probably twisted

It's painfully obvious-tic

You got an addiction, man

I know you can't get rid of me forever 'cause you know that I'm prescription, man

Goddamn, I miss you Slim (whoo, hey)

You got an addiction, man

I know you can't get rid of me forever 'cause you know that I'm prescription, man

Next time, I'll be in your veins (haha)

I'm just playin', little people, you know I love you

🎵

Alright, here, drink this

What is it?

Shut up and drink it

No

I said drink it, -

The -? (Haha)

The - are you tryin' to do?

Get us cancelled (Ayo)

F- blind people (What?), and deaf people suck (Stop, yeah)

So do cripples (No), dumb quadriplegic -

With Christopher Reeve's luck (woah, woah-woah-woah-woah)

Shady, Jesus, what the -?

Oh, here comes Marshall to try to clean this up (shut up)

What's the matter, Marshall? Your - tucked?

Aw, the big bad wapper just get his feewings hurt?

Let me go, you -, huh, or what, genius, huh?

You gonna cancel me, yeah?

Gen-Z me, bruh?

Little -, what's wrong?

Thought you was dreaming, huh?

When you gonna rеalize that we f-n' need each othеr?

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Get up

Everybody on the dance floor, come on

That means you too, Chris

Haha

Well, it's Friday night, no date for the prom

Just got caught ja- off by your mom

Suspended from school for settin' off the alarm

Kim Jong keep screamin' he gon' drop the bomb

But anyway, every day is the same old shiddit

Room lookin' like a tornado hit it

Try to explain, your parents, they don't get it

Time to hit you with a funky dope rhythm

Let it roll, if you ready, we gon' start the show

Everybody in the world, all across the globe

You can feel it in your head down to your toes

Dance until you're wheelchair-bound, here we go

Yeah, horseback, little do-si-do

Little bit of soul mixed with some rodeo

Everybody in the world's gonna laugh to this

Sh-, I'll probably end up crippled after this, come on

Clap your hands and stomp your feet

Everybody, twirl together

Can you feel the funky beat?

Everywhere you see people laughing and

Dancing in the street

On the count of three, everybody do

The Christopher Reeves

One, two, three, follow me

Superman, Batman, Spider-Man

Slipped, fell, landed in a garbage can

Sh-, hell, damn it, I can hardly stand

But I get it crackin' like no one in the party can

Give me a beat, I'll show you all a brand-new dance

All I need is a stretcher and an ambulance

Now stand back, kids, don't try this at home

Chi-boom, kick-boom, ooh, ah-oh

It's a brand-new craze, and it's sweepin' the nation

Anything else is a cheap imitation

Just make sure that you videotape it

You can only do it once, but the people go apesh-

It's a crowd favorite, a party pleaser

It's better than the shake of a grand mal seizure

So next time that you see grandma, tease her

And roll up with a fresh set of wheels all greased up

Clap your hands and stomp your feet

Everybody, twirl together

Can you feel the funky beat?

Everywhere you see people laughing and

Dancing in the street

On the count of three, everybody do

The Christopher Reeves

One, two, three, follow me

If your arms, legs, feet, and your hands are numb

You've fallen and you can't get up

It's a brand-new dance, this is my Chris anthem, I'm

Givin' Chris Reeves his chrysanthemums

I'ma have everybody jumpin' to this

Caitlyn Jenner in the front row pumpin' her fists

With a simple little twist and a flick of the wrist

A little snap of the neck and a slip of the disc

You just pull up a chair and grab a seat

And clap your hands and stomp your feet

Or stomp your hands and clap your feet

Flop around 'til you lookin' like a slab of meat

You put your left foot back, your right in front

Tip your head back, let it touch your butt

'Til you feel a little pop, like what the f-?

Motherf-, f- a duck, what the f-? I'm stuck

So, party people, are you with me? What's the deal?

If you real, grab your chair up by the wheel

If you wanna feel just like the Man of Steel

Windmillin' on a million banana peels, come on

Clap your hands and stomp your feet

Everybody, twirl together

Can you feel the funky beat?

Everywhere you see people laughing and

Dancing in the street

On the count of three, everybody do

The Christopher Reeves

One, two, three, follow me

Whoo!

Oh, whoa

Good morning, Eminem

Or Marshall, as others have informed me

Christopher Reeves here

You had better not talk behind my back

Or I will kick your ass the minute I'm out of this chair

Watch yourself, Marshall

I'm watching you

Ah! Holy sh-

🎵

Man, why you doin' this?

'Cause you owe me

How?

'Cause I gave you everything

What?

And what did you do? You walked away from me

Yeah, but-

You too fuckin' blind to see I was good for you, I made you

You were nothin' 'til you found me

How many times you tried to kill me?

I always come back

You can't outgrow me, you can't out-think me

I'm all you got

🎵

The coup de grâce is the final shot

Right between the eyes

Also known (Haha) as the kill shot (People, yeah)

Something to stop the pain (Woo)

It feels so good to be bad

Alright, here we go, alright, I'ma start this, I got it

Before I get banned, kicked off Twitter

And TikTok 'cause they so damn ticked off, bitter

They want me to bounce (Like what?) like a fabric softener

We just got rid of Ye, go kick rocks with him (Ayy)

But Dre on beats with the white-faced blondie on the mic

Is like (What?) havin' Steady-B and Cool-C in the ride

Like we rap and did a little bank robbery on the side

So they want beef, we can make like Bonnie and collide

Haters can meet the same exact fate as my dad, wait

Least he didn't miss me graduate (Okay, yeah, great)

But, Mom, do I still act eight?

Uh, maybe a little, Debbie (What?) like a snack cake (Slut)

But if this is what he do to his mom

Imagine what he'd do to you, I'm a lunatic armed

And if it's you I use the clip on, for you to respond

Is ludicrous, ma, look at what your uterus spawned, Lucifer

Must be a cold day in Hell (Yeah)

Tell me, what have we done? (Woah)

Take me out my misery

I bought Heaven when it was up for sale

And now I need a refund, bae (Yeah, wait, what the fuck? Where'd I put my)

I think someone messed with my meds probably (Yo, who took my)

I bet it's my ex, Molly, that I've bludgeoned to death

Already severed the head, I smell the fresh scent of flesh rotting

So it's breakfast in bed if I wake up next to a dead body (Ah)

Multiple lacerations, contusions, abrasions, bruises

Hallucinations, delusions, abusive, my language usage

They lose it when Dre produced it, as soon as he plays the music

It's lunacy, treat the beat like a choice, Shady chews it

Now all I see is dollar signs, losers

Bitch, I was in them trenches like them Columbine shooters

I was down bad, broke, and almost abandoned hope (Now what?)

Now my followers are like a Satanic cult (What?)

Yeah, they listen to me like when Manson spoke (Shh)

They say I don't know struggle no more, that's a joke (Haha)

Bitch, the fuckin' elevator in my mansion's broke (See?)

I have to walk like half a block to get a can of Coke (Damn)

And Candace-O, I ain't mad at her (Ah)

I ain't gon' throw the fact bitch forgot she was Black back at her

Laugh at her like them crackers she's backin' after her back is turned

In a cute MAGA hat with her brand-new White Lives Matter shirt (Haha, nope)

Or say this MAGA dirtbag in a skirt

Just opened the biggest can of worms on the whole planet Earth

Call her "Grand Wizard" (Yeah), "Klandace" (Haha), or "Grand Dragon," or

Like the national anthem, I won't stand for the tramp (Why?)

But I can't diss her 'cause my plans are to get in her pants and I'll blow my chance if I answer back to her

My shit is like taking Deborah Mathers at her word

Yeah, I'm that absurd, we had a spat, then afterwards

We squashed the beef like a hamburger patty, or should I say gigantic turd?

'Cause I put that shit to bed like Amber Heard at a Mattress Firm (Slut)

But if this is what he do to his mom (Pfft)

Imagine what he'd do to you (Pfft, ha), I'm a lunatic armed

And if it's you I use the clip on, for you to respond

Is ludicrous, ma, look at what your uterus spawned, Lucifer

This must be a cold day in Hell (Yeah)

Tell me, what have we done? (Woah)

Take me out my misery

I bought Heaven when it was up for sale

And now I need a refund, bae (Yeah)

So whether you friend or you are foe (Woah)

Far as bars go, even fuckin' retards know (Yeah)

That as far as smoke with me, I don't think it'd be smart, so (Woah)

Might as well go lookin' for smoke with Lamar, bro (Yeah, yeah)

But, Marshall

You're gettin' more perverse every time you record a verse and

It's like you came from 2000, stepped out a portal, cursin'

Hurlin' horrible slurs towards the world and

Why can't you make fun of people behind their backs like a normal person?

But when you reach these heights, freedom of speech dies (What?)

With every line that I recite, them PC police try

To throw me in jail with no bail like a peace prize

For all of them years (What?), they reduced me to tears (Yeah)

Tried to shrink me to pea-sized, only to see my (What?)

Self-esteem rise, now these are my replies (Mm)

They made me eat shit (Shit), I fed it back to 'em three times (Yeah)

Stepfather's the only (What?) one I ever been beat by (Ha)

Squeeze mics like Burmese pythons (Yeah), here's for each time (What?)

You sleep on the flow (What?), ho, you hear these strings climb (Yeah)

You reap what you sow (So what?), so first I must weave rhymes (Yeah)

So seamlessly, then I'ma leave eyes

In a state of disbelief, my

Genius is a trait, so the gap's in our genes, right? (Haha, the gap)

At least that's what it seems like

And I'm Lucifer and Dre's the producer for the antichrist

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Marshall, he's the antichrist

He will slice and-

The devil came to Michigan

Oh, shit, fuck

Fuckin' PC police

Fuck

Gen Z, here they come now (now), 'bout to unload rounds (brrt)

Pronouns (shit), got me like, "Whoa now" (whoa)

Homie, let's slow down (chill), no need to get so wound (man)

Ready to throw down (yo), if I mispronounce (thee, them)

Whoops (sorry), oh wow

Got heterosexuals crammin' 'em down our throats now (he, she, they, them)

Like I'm gettin' snow-plowed, my humor's too low-brow (yup)

Yeah, so there's no doubt (nope), you 'bout to get grossed out (ugh)

But fuck it though, somebody needs to come and hit the reset button

Back to 2003 'cause how did we get stuck in

This woke BS? I'm tryna make it regress, fuck 'em

And I don't regret nothin' that's 'bout to be said, so fuck it, we can keep headbuttin'

Still a grade-A prick, but the same way (what?)

Cobain put the gauge to his brain, I'm goin' out with a bang, ay (yeah)

Dang, Dre, look at what you made me do

Maybe you the one they should blame, they

Say they wish that I wasn't so angry (yeah)

Don't wanna see me goin' off the deep end like Ye, ay (no, nah)

Rather see me do like Kim Kardashian, they say (yeah)

Yeah, and find a way to get rid of all of this rage, ay

But if you wonder, "Why is Marsh considered the harshest spitter?" (Why?)

'Cause I can spit a bar like it's a

Cross between Nas and GZA, Biggie Smalls, and RZA

So hard, Megan Thee Stallion and Nicki Minaj'll scissor (cut it out)

You're still the press's wet dream (yeah)

Too many head shrinks (oh)

My head thinks foul, I've said things when jesting

They should arrest me for my testes (ah)

The biggest in the South, West, East, North, and catch be (ah)

Evidence swept clean with extreme lengths

And steps being took to suppress things (why?)

Try not to get seen

With Ben Affleck, me, and Seth Green hangin' on to the left wing

Of Jeffrey Epstein's jet screamin', "Hey, don't forget me"

Shady as Bill, takin' the pill and putting it in your soft drink (ah)

Something's off and I don't know what the cause be (yeah)

But it's obvi', this water I'm in is scalding

Ominous thoughts creep in my head and it's not me

They brainwashed me (Marshall, Marshall)

And that's all she wrote, yeah, that's why they call me

Marshall, he's the antichrist

He will slice and dice

Men, women, and children (one more time, come on)

His name is Marshall, he's the antichrist

He will slice and dice

Whores, men, women, and children (yeah)

Knock, knock (who's there?), boo (boo who?)

Hey, why you cryin', shorty? Ew, 'cause I boo'd you? (Whoa)

Well, bitch, I'm tryna get some head up in this Subaru

But you have no clue what you doin', do you?

You fall asleep or somethin'? Hello, yoo-hoo

Wake up, fake slut, I'm out of here, screw you

What, did you drop dead in my lap? You call that head?

I suck my dick better than you do, haha

Yeah, I'm sick like the terminally ill (what?)

But more like sick as in the term "mentally ill"

Antichrist, how come you can't be nice?

Look who's talkin', dog, like Brian from Family Guy, huh

But who else is as pitiless, actually witty and crass, hideous

Ghastly, and insidious as me, or spitting as nasty?

Next idiot ask me is getting his ass beat worse than Diddy did-

But on the real, though (what?)

She probably ran out the room with his fuckin' dildo (come here)

He try to field goal punt her, she said to chill (no)

Now put it back in my ass and get the steel toe (ew, ah, the fuck? Yeah)

Got nightmares, goin' Freddy on me

'Cause they steady haunt me (yeah, oh)

Shady's bad to the core, but look at the bread he got me (bread)

Complete lack of remorse, so they've come at me before, but they won't ever stop me

But fuck the back and the forth until I'm dead and rotting

Head is probably whacked, and it's warped like Jack Kevork'

Performin' sexual acts with a corpse

If they don't like it, like a necrophiliac in the morgue (what?), fuck everybody (yeah)

I don't appeal to you, you was one of them children whose (what?)

Parents fed every meal to you on a platter and silver spoon

I am a product of what Farina and powdered milk'll do (what?)

To your drive when them rappers like Jada bring out the will in you (whoo)

'Cause now my shit slaps harder than Will'll do, word to Gorilla Glue (why?)

I don't need sticky fingers to steal on you (nah)

Lyrical killer who punish you, every syllable sonnin' you

Your hides, I tanned 'em like bicycles built for two

Stickin' a clip in the Uz' that I've been itchin' to use, lookin' like Nikolas Cruz

My trigger's happy, it's ticklish, true, Travis Bickle 'em too, we gettin' rude

This shit'll go sideways like you're tippin' a canoe, bitch, I'm sick as the flu

How the fuck are you gonna fit in my shoes? Look at my views, all the shit I've been through

So, sympathy, I don't have any for you, stickin' it to all you idiots who

Take my lyrics a little bit too literal, you can all suck on my dick and if you don't wanna get ripped

Better get the fuck back, bitch, I'm here to do what Dre sent me to do (what?)

That's sinfully get to spitting this shit, devil in me and I do his bidding, his name is

Marshall, he's the antichrist

He will slice and dice

Sluts, whores, men, women, and children (one more time, what's my name?)

His name is Marshall, he's the antichrist

He will slice and dice

Skanks, sluts, whores, men, women, and children

You wanna dance with the devil, dance with the devil, dance with the devil?

You wanna dance with the devil, dance with the devil, dance with the devil?

You wanna-

(I ain't goin' nowhere)

It's about to get scary

Bizarre (I'm still here, ay-ay, ay-ay, ay-ay)

It's about to get dark

Guess who's back (yeah), straight out the gutter (me)

With a dirty rubber, plus my homeless mother (fuck her)

Where Bruce Jenner at? I wanna fuck that ho (where she is?)

Where is Megan Thee Stallion at? I wanna suck that toe (mwah)

20 years in, shit, I'm past addiction (uh-huh)

I'm at CVS, tryna find my past prescription

My dad didn't listen, I passed the mission

Fuckin' a tranny on IG Live, that was a bad decision (that was fucked up)

My rent due, my girl need an abortion (what you gon' do? What?)

Sell them Eminem Jordans (I did)

All gas, butt-naked, all ass

Tryna get on Hailie Jade's podcast (why not?)

🎵

Smokin' trees, I'm ridin' 'round

Come to my side of town

Lately, it's been goin', goin' (look, uh)

Goin', goin', goin' down (look)

All of my ni- gon' ride with it

In the pocket, the rocket like Kellen Mond

Mama told me the power was in the tongue

But it probably ain't powerful as a gun

All of you little cowards get devoured

I'm givin' out flowers to anyone

I ain't been out the house in a minute

'Cause I ain't with it if the money is miniature

I been mindin' my business, I'm business-minded

I been spendin' some time with the minister

'Cause them ni- spinnin' shit

And still sinnin' in the City of God and it's sinister

Try to pray and repent in a synagogue

Or a mosque, a temple, a church

Them brown skin's sentiment ni- hurtin'

And murder's a common courtesy, for certainly

RIP be on the shirt, search, lurk (down, down, down, down, do-do-do-)

Murk, squirt, dirt, First (48)

My ni- doin' four plus eight without a court date

Talked the other day, he say he doin' okay

He good, he gainin' weight, then got a sharp shank

He made, he say they play, they gotta partake

Homie got a heart full of hate and a face full of war paint

Eyes all red, full of rage and it's hard to escape from a dark place

East side ni- from the A, ni- all ages

Tryna sell a po- of the dog cage

All the OGs 'round town was our age

Danger, sex, and dr-, X and R rated

(Danger, sex, and dr-, shit be outrageous)

But don't get this shit fu- up, my boy

Ya lucked up once, then ya doubled up

I dribble and pass it to the cup and triple-double it

Get to the basket, get the cash and cuddle up

Cover up, bundle up, batter up (batter up)

Um, talk a lot of smack and I could back it up

Shawty wanna shag, wanna shack it up

I can put her pu- on the platter like a platypus

Nappy-head ni-, hair natted up

I said, "Barbara," a ni- tatted up

I won't argue, ni- mad as fu-

'Cause they ain't compatible, I'm finna catapult

But ni- know it's goin' (down, down, down, do-do-do-)

If I run out of fuel, I won't

What the fu- y'all gon' do if I don't

Run out of fuel? (Down, down, down, down, do-do-do-do)

That scares the fu- out of you

For a couple decades (brrt)

Been lettin' this TEC spray (brrt)

From that day that I met Dre (brrt)

So you liable to catch strays (brrt)

From the second you press play (what?)

I suggest they (what?)

Do not test like an essay (Why?)

'Cause like where my homies out west stay (Yeah)

We can just say (What?)

I'm like an R-A-P-E-R (Yeah)

Got so many S-As (S-As), S-As (Huh)

Wait, he didn't just spell the word "Rapper"

And leave out a P, did he? (Yep)

R.I.P., rest in peace, Biggie

And Pac, both of y'all should be living (yep)

But I ain't tryna beef with him (nope)

'Cause he might put a hit on me like, "Keefe D, get him"

And that's the only way you're gonna be ki- me (nah)

Ain't gonna be on no beat, silly (yeah)

I beat the beat silly, on the grind like teeth gritting

Call me "Obesity" (why?)

You think it's over? Wait, it's just beginning

Diss me and it ain't gonna be pretty (nah)

Used to be yay tall, then I grew a little each day

'Til I became God like James Todd

Now your arms are too short to beat K-Rod (yeah)

Indeed, they small like DJ Paul (Woo)

My new Benz better than your truck by far

Bi-, suck my ba-

You either smoke - or you're playin' stickball in the street

'Cause you must be on -, If you thinkin' you can touch my car (yeah)

But if the whole world was out to get you (what?)

It'd turn you to a powder keg too

Kyle Rittenhouse, spittin' rounds, the TEC shoots like (look out, like, "Brrt")

And that ain't no sound effect (whoo)

Neither was that, SIG Sauer lets loose

I don't condone gun violence at schools (nah)

But I can't get these voices out my head (hey, let's go, one, two)

They're putting words in my mouth like alphabet soup

Got the most content on the continent

And constant compliments give me confidence (I'm a)

A cross of common sense and incompetence (uh)

I'm cognizant that conflicts are consequence (what?)

Of accomplishments accomplished through competition

If Kon coulda conked him into unconsciousness

Though conscious, I conjure this King Kong and

Just call me "Kamikaze," I'm concoctin' this (whoo, my bad)

Nobody's 16's are touching

These mo-' index fingers fu- the nina

Clutchin' the nine millimeter, tuckin' the heat

Got the toaster like an English muffin

No, I mean "Toast to" like you drink to somethin'

But it's in a holster, I proceed to bust and

Fu- around and get po- like Halyna Hutchins

Like I'm Alec Baldwin, what I mean is buckin' you down

Coup de grâce then, right between the fu- eyes

Shoot 'em all then, if you think you're fu- with me

You're gonna suffer the fu- repercussions

The reaper's comin', a heathen, I'm Ethan Crumbley (down, down, down)

I keep replenishing fuel while the beat I'm punishin' (do-do-do-)

If I run out of fuel, I won't

What the fu- y'all gon' do if I don't

Run out of fuel? (Down, down, down, down) run out of fuel (do-do-do-)

That scares the fu- out of you

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This rap sh- divided by panty lines

Mm, which side are you on? (Pu-)

Social media got you f- in pantomime

Damn, why that line so long? (Rookie)

I'm just caught up in the rapture, tryna be a rap star

And I hope I make it out alive (alive)

I'm a master at masquerading and actin' like I ain't faded

Only I can see through my disguise (yeah)

I walk around more confused than my aunt Linda's man-friend

A black transgender Klan member who's a Caitlyn Jenner fan and a (what?)

Member of Grindr and Tinder

Head empty as an abandoned a- (yeah)

'Partment while I'm dancing a-

'Round all these names and labels that I can't memo- (what the f-?)

'Rize, now my antennas are up on this PC sh-, I'm finna

Go out on my shield like Captain A- (what?)

'Merica, transcender

I'm the god of façade (whoo), give me a road rage reason

To black the f- out and roll with the heathens

Road rage, vroom, vroom, vroom, and I'm speedin'

F- that red light, I'm tryna get even

Yeah, how could I say some sh- so mean? (Damn)

They're tryna make my mouth closed like it's clothing (what?)

It's what it is though, but this is show biz, so things

Ain't never really truly over 'til Lizzo sings (like I won't say that)

We should coddle fat people (yeah)

Yeah, here's a concept (what?), let's celebrate onset (yeah)

Diabetes and instead of us dieting

We can just have a pie-eating contest (delicious)

And we should be extra nice (what?), instead of honest (yeah)

And instead of exercise (what?), it's easier to find a triple-X your size

And try to press society to change so you don't have to change

Pick up a way to eat less, them fries make your blood pressure rise

As it starts increasin'

All that starch and grease and clogged arteries and

These are the reasons for your heart disease and

Can't tie your shoes (why?), it's too hard to reach 'em (sh-)

But the way things been (with what?) With today's thinking (yeah)

We should baby them (why?), instead of shaming them (oh)

But enabling can (yeah) do more harm than good

So call me Abe Lincoln (huh)

'Cause I'll be honest, I can flip in a blink and

All I need is one little road rage reason

Yeah, blah, blah, blah, I'm the

I'm the god of façade, give me a road rage reason

To black the f- out and roll with the heathens

Road rage, vroom, vroom, vroom, and I'm speedin'

F- that red light, I'm tryna get even (yeah)

All my obese people, if you're fat, proud, and you know it (hey)

Raise your hand if you're shovin' food in your mouth at this moment (mm)

But if you're mad 'cause they're clownin' you for poundin' them donuts (what?)

Put 'em down and either do somethin' about it or own it

Okay, here we go

Wait, what are you doin'?

F-'s it look like I'm doin'? (What? Nah)

Dyin' our hair

No, stop, stop, ow

Shut the f- up

You're never gonna-

I said, "Shut the f- up"

Trust me, I know what I'm doin'

Yeah, transgender rights, where do I stand? Oh (uh)

I'm all for 'em, I really am pro (nah, for real)

Intercourse with you (what?), would I have? No (nope)

I'm just bein' honest (yeah), now I'm an asshole (ho)

Call me a transphobe (really? Yeah) 'cause I just can't go (what?)

And try and pretend you was never a man though (sorry)

I mean, damn, bro (yeah), it's just the way I feel (uh)

But if I say it will (mm), it get me cancelled (yup, shit)

My music get banned (what?), or can it withstand? (No)

This shit is quicksand (help), man, I'm just sayin' (ha)

I gotta participate for us to co-exist? Damn

I gotta memorize pronouns of a cis man? (Really?)

How come can't we just show solidarity with a wristband?

(Or somethin' like that, you know?)

And this ain't even a diss, trans

People, my d- just won't expand

Them ti- won't make it stand

But Caitlyn, big fan (no, wait)

Oh, you want me to f- chill and tone this shit down, huh? (Yup)

That's Shady speaking his mind like it was his mouth, huh?

You wish he'd grow up and not be so juvenile, huh?

Cash Money Records, this sh-'s about to go south, huh?

You feelin' stupid now, huh?

Old Slim would've told 'em to put a lid on it like a toilet bowl rim

Hat with the low brim, I'm in the blue corner (what?)

White trunks with the gold trim, they bet that I won't win (yup)

Guess you really showed them (ha)

Became the best and I made it (yeah) like Adult Swim

Yeah, but you pick on handicapped people with no limbs

Well then, f- you, Chris Reeves, and the horse that he rode in

B-

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A'ight, now I'm 'bout to show you somethin' (what?)

(Shh, watch) now to breaking news, and it turns on this week in music

Detroit rapper Eminem, in a stunning move, has released an album (what? Shh)

In which he is actually trying to cancel himself (man, what the fuck?)

And right now, at this hour, we got protestors lining the streets downtown

Where Kimberly Gill is standing by, KG

Hi, Devin, we are outside Eminem's Mom's Spaghetti (man, this some bullshit)

Where, as you can see behind me

People are definitely upset over Eminem's new album

And are actually calling to boycott the rapper (haha)

For songs that include insensitive comments about little people

People with mental disabilities, transgender rights and the first amendment (hahahaha, haha)

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Doin' my best just to

Not blow my cover

Know it's all just a test

But I can't pass up this hunger

There's still a hole in my chest

And I'm tryna strap

It with numbers

All you hoes got your checks

But I'm a queen when I run up

Cross a king with

My hunters, shootin' threes

In abundance

Rookie Gs, I can thug us

He points to me, shut the fuck up

Annihilation's what we love

Steady hittin', gettin' dodged

Just wait 'til we get the guns out

Kwarenta-singko na kalibre

O nuwebe, 'kaw na bahala

Sa dinami-rami mong mali

Utak mo lang may tama

Sa kitid mo mag-isip, pare

'la ka man lang na banat

Naglalim-laliman, ang sarap

Mong ilublob sa dagat

'Di kailangang magpatunay

Sa sinuman na nakikinig

'Di masasalag ng sintido o

Ng iyong bibig

Picture this, I might be a

Hero to your little kid

Or a villain, either way

I'm the fuckin' head

I'm the head honcho

Money come from my flow

Que hubole blanco

Then get the bread pronto (uh-huh)

Yeah, I'm the head honcho

Money come from my flow (yeah)

Que hubole blanco (uh)

Then get the bread

Pronto (look, I got)

Got loose strips, two grip

That's the shit I'm smooth with

I'm the new kid that these fathers

Can't fool with

Send my new slips as tighly

Than how these boots fit

I got that new drip that

Drowned titanical cruise ships

Don't you dip and

Dabble too close

Just watch us from the distance

I don't fuck with all that glucose

You fall and need assistance

I could do the same

But who knows

I'd rather say, "Good riddance, "

Jack the Ripper rippin' paroles

Annihilate with persistence

To try to say something different

But while today

I'm just spittin' to rhyme

While makin' a livin'

But mama say that I'm different

She proud of how I do business

I'd kinda resemble Hitman

That got away from the killin'

I'm the head honcho

Money come from my flow

Que hubole blanco

Then get the bread pronto

Yeah, I'm the head honcho

They call me the boss, though

You can call me Marshall

Then get the bread pronto (yo)

You don't relate to me

Guess you never been

Angry or sad (hm)

Or maybe just have

Never had to ever face adversity

Take any ass whippings

I basically had

To see some shit that'd make

You faint like

You're fakin' a jab (pussy)

Bitch, you wish

You had a life like mine (yeah)

You just fantasize the shit you write

You guys like lying (yeah)

Everything you ever been through multiplied by nine (what?)

Ain't even half the shit

I went through by the time

I was five (like, what?)

Saw my uncle get stabbed

Took a knife right in the abs (yeah)

And all he was tryna do was

Get my tricycle back, yeah

The one that Boogie

Malcolm and Isaac just jacked

After they jumped me and

Stomped me

(boom) and hit me twice

With a bat (ugh)

Was five and a half

Second time I survived an attack

Two twins, they call

Themselves the bulldogs (hrr), white kids and fat

I was too frightened

To scrap (ha)

I didn't fight or hit back

And you wonder why is it

That I treat a mic like a gat?

Fully loaded, but I pull it

A bullet from out a barrel the

Size (brr) of a derringer flies

That's how I would characterize lyrics

But America, I could see

The fear in your eyes

You saw my terrible side

The blonde hair and blue eyes

Now, the writing is on

The wall like graffiti still

If you're havin' trouble reading

Will make it simple, he's Ezekiel

Easy name to remember (why?)

'Cause his rap name is the

Same as like ten minutes

On stage is for me (oh), easy mill

Or should I say measly mill? (Haha)

Yeah, 'cause as sure as

Ma used to feed me

Sleeping pills to keep me (yeah)

Sleepy still, it was creepy

'Cause indeed, she (what?)

Could've easily

Casey Anthony'd me (yeah)

These rappers, I'm above 'em

But punchin' down ain't

Beneath me (nope)

Cold as the wind chill factor

But the fact is I don't know

When to chill

But every time I come out

They expect me to

Fuckin' reinvent the wheel

Rappers get praised for spittin' bars

With less than the tenth of skill

Imbecile on the ledge like a

Benzo pill on a windowsill

Now cancelled ain't the word for me

You need a term that's probably

Stronger than dirty laundry (Hell)

This controversy got me

In the worst of quandaries

Feel like the Earth's axis

The world's turnin' on me

Like them cops in Akron

Ohio with Jayland Walker

Ain't caught this much flak in a while

(nah) since back as a child (damn)

And all I did was say like one

Thing bad then it spiraled

Saw you crackin' a smile (haha), then relapsed into my old ways

Back into vile (yup)

Guess there ain't no civilizin' a savage

And I don't (no)

Give a fuck if you hate me

Worse than each track

On Revival (huh)

Bitch, I'm back like a

Spinal (yeah)

Get it crackin' like chiros

It's the coup de grâce

I'm cooler than removin' claws from

A cougar's paws

And throwin' it back in

The wild (fuck) but you tamin' me?

Ain't gonna happen

And I'll live on planet

Denial (ha) for the rest of my life

But you be a stan

'til I die, though (ha)

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A lot of people ask me

Am I afraid of death?

The truth is

I think what scares me the most

Is not being able to say

All the things I wanna say to you

When I'm no longer here

So this song is for Hailie for when that day comes

Where's Hailie? Where's she at?

This ain't Hailie

Who is it?

It's a monster (ah!)

I've been waiting all night for the sunrise

To take away the dark sky

You're the dad monster and them ares the baby monsters

And I'm the mom monster (aw)

All it takes is a new day sometimes

To get me in a better state of mind

Give me a kiss, monster, give me a kiss

Love you (I love you)

If I could just fall asleep

I'd be lost in a dream

But right now, it's misery

And I just have to remember

That when a heart breaks, it ain't broken forever

The pieces will grow back together

And in time, I'll be fine

The tears are temporary

Yeah, so Hailie Jade, I wrote you this song

To help you cope with life now that I'm gone

How should I start? Just wanna say

Look after Alaina, Stevie, and Uncle Nate

And, sweetie, be strong

I know I was your rock and I still am

Saying goodbye is just not ever easy

But why you crying? Just stop

Hailie, baby, dry your eye this is not forever

That when a heart breaks, it ain't broken forever

The pieces will grow back together

And in time, I'll be fine

The tears are temporary

Daddy? (What?)

When I used to have this when I was a little kid

Baby, are you okay?

Daddy

Yeah, and you will get over me and move on

You can play me on repeat on a song

But don't you dare shed a tear, what'd I tell you?

"Straighten up, little soldier," them times when I held you

Jade, it'll be okay, baby, I'm here, Hay

I'm watchin' you right now, baby girl, I vow

I will protect you, you guardian angel

As hard as this may feel, us parting is painful

And, darling, the rain will drive you insane still

You will remain strong, Hailie, just hang on

It won't be too long, I need you to move on

And remember, it will get better

'Cause times heals and when a

When a heart breaks, it ain't broken forever

The pieces will grow back together

And in time, I'll be fine

The tears are temporary

The bad days will start to get better

Then we'll be laughin' together

And tonight, when I cry

The tears are temporary

I know this big girl, and she's really pretty

You know what her name is? (Hallie)

Hailie, how did you know?

I just-

Yeah, and if there's days where you just wanna

Lock yourself in your room and cry

Just think about how when you were little, how you and I

Back and forth to the studio, we used to drive (dad)

You strapped in the back seat, 'cause you were my

Little sidekick, yeah, sweetie, I know this hurts

Bean, I'm wishing your pain away, remember this

Hallie Jade, there's gonna be rainy days

I promise you'll get through 'em and make it regardless

F- it, Jade, I'll be honest

I knew that you was gonna take this the hardest

Sweetie, get up, I know that is breaking your heart

It's the hardest thing I've ever wrote (daddy)

Hailie, sweetheart, it's okay for you to let me go

Baby, I promise you that when a-

When a heart breaks, it ain't broken forever

The pieces will grow back together

And in time, I'll be fine

The tears are temporary

The bad days will start to get better

Then we'll be laughin' together

And tonight when I cry

The tears are temporary

What's your favorite song?

My favorite song right now is, what's your favorite song?

Mine and your favorite song? (Yeah, the radio, I like this part)

What's your favorite part, dad?

You're taping me, bi-

I got you on tape cussin'

Can you hear?

Yup

No, bi-

No, what?

No, I said, I said, no, bi-

Okay, no cussin'

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Daddy? (Huh?)

Food's here (kept buyin' it when she gets it)

Come eat (Alaina, I'm so tired)

Just come eat (Alaina, I'll be there in a minute, I promise, stop)

Well then wake up (shut that door)

Somebody save me, me from myself

I've spent so long livin' in hell

Another pill as I start to spiral

Message to my daughters

I don't even deserve the father title

Hailie, I'm so sorry

I know I wasn't there for your first guitar recital

Didn't walk you down the aisle

Missed the birth of your first child

Your first podcast, lookin' down, sweetie

I'm so proud of how you turned out

Sorry that I chose drugs and put 'em above you

Sorry that I didn't love you enough to

Give 'em up, how the fuck do

I not love you more than a pill?

Lookin' up to the ceilin' from this floor, wonder will

Somebody save me, me from myself

I've spent so long livin' in hell

They say my lifestyle is bad for my health

It's the only thing that seems to help

Alaina, sorry that you had to hear me fall in the bathroom

Sorry that I missed you gradu- wait, Nate, I should just congratulate you

On being a dad to Carter and Liam, look at you

Little bro, sorry I left you, sorry that I'll never get to

Hold or hug my little nephews, Stevie, I'm sorry, I missed you

Grow up and I didn't get to be the dad I wanted to be to you

Things I wanted to see you do, this is my song from me to you

Sorry I gave up, but I'm just so defeated

God, what the - do you want me to do?

Somebody save me, me from myself

I've spent so long livin' in hell

They say my lifestyle is bad for my health

It's the only thing that seems to help

I've been starin' at that video of Hailie

Almost daily of her playin' a guitar

In hopes maybe that'd give me the power to fight

But the addict in me's a coward

He told me that I can't do it

Had a second chance, blew it

It's like I'm stuck inside an alternate reality

But I know (what?)

I'll turn it around and be able to

Walk her and Lainie one day

To the altar as proud as can be

Right now, I'm just weak

As I fall further down in this deep hole

And farther in the ground that I sink

As they lower me in my coffin

I feel the tears all fallin' down on my cheek

I'm a lost cause

Baby, don't waste your time on me

I'm so damaged beyond repair

Life has shattered my hopes and my dreams

I'm a lost cause

Baby, don't waste your time on me

I'm so damaged beyond repair

Life has shattered my hopes and my dream

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Smokin' trees, I'm ridin' 'round, come to my side of town

Lately, it's been goin', goin', goin', goin', goin' down

Come see how heavy it get, I done seen way too much stress as a jit

Death in this section was present, we preppin' for war, so we feel like we better equipped

Brodie got demons he keep to his self, prolly won't ever know, 'cause he never gon' snitch

Hella resentment from lettin' it sit, I say, "I got him", I'm never gon' miss

I done put way too much prep into this, back on your bumper how I'm wreckin' this bitch

I keep on talkin' 'bout healin' that's never gon' happen, you know that I'm steppin' on shit

I say the feelin' I get from me killin' a rapper just show me that Heaven exist

Shootin' 'til ain't nothin' left in the clip, shootin' 'til I get respect in this bitch

I might just go get a Tec in this bitch, I might just go at the ref in this bitch

Guessin' you think this shit new to me, huh? Guess you ain't know what's fuelin' me, huh?

I just had enemy shoot at me, tell me, just what could this industry do to me, huh?

Helpin' the hood and the homies and plus the community think that it's two of me, huh?

Know where I go when it's over, I run outta gas, they gon' say that they through with me, huh?

Aw, shit, when all this shit gon' get better? Bitches just fuckin' whoever

Nigga just sayin' whatever, niggas gon' fold under pressure, honestly I ain't no better

I had to hop out the hole and got cold as a shoulder, I turned my emotion into sweater

I had to garner the power to work on my soul, I ain't tryna be broken forever

I see the smoke, and start runnin' into it, shawty you losin' is so therapeutic

I kinda think that you want it to happen, got put in a corner, you forced me to do it

You gotta tell me that bein' a rapper is hangin' with rappers, and I ain't into it

I'm with the shit, and I'm ready to prove it, waitin' on Marshall to say I can do it

This shit goin' down, down, down, down, dow-dow-dow-dow-

If I run outta fuel, I won't

What the fuck y'all gon' do if I don't

Run outta fuel? (Down, down, down, down, run outta fuel) that scares the fuck outta you (look)

I was slept on and left for dead, sweat, wept, and bled for a game that barely kept me fed

Ain't want the fame, just a spec of cred, nowadays, I take a check instead

The pen been steps ahead, if you mention him, them boys wet the bed

Get on a track with GRIP and get knocked out like yo' daddy did

Whatever Deebo said to Craig, we can go head-to-head

Niggas play hard on the app, at they mama crib hatin' on bars in a rap

From nigga that still starve in the trap, clap back, and it's, "GRIP, you're takin' it too far, just relax"

These words I discard on the wax, shit deeper than the cars and the racks

The fashion and gas, so when a star interacts, got the soul of a field nigga with scars on his back

So pardon me if part of me feel an itch to click, pitch a fit, blitz a bitch, split ya shit

GRIP in the kitchen with instant grits, flick the wrist, they wish he'd miss, he's six for six

Go back through the discog', it's obvious I'm the godliest, yeah, I'm sonnin' y'all

I took the summer off, just to let 'em get, they mumbles off about blocks that they ain't spun at all

The uninvolved underdog

Summoned from a drunken slumber to pummel y'all, but they don't wanna brawl

This shit ain't even fun no mo', I mean, don't nobody wanna come outside

They like, "You should do a song with so-and-so, or maybe such and such" this shit done, I tried

They must not got it in their arsenal or metacarpal to pick the pen up and out-ink the man

Hm, but then again I'm partial, it really took Marshall just for me to get a feature? Damn

I know rap's what I started with, but when your target market's lethargic to the bars you spit

It's harder to put your heart in it, but come too far to quit, now I'm on to guitars and shit

So don't find it jarrin' if I switch the whole style up, want the old GRIP? Go get the old album

Any genre, same outcome, I'm on that bih with a stick like Malcolm

Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-bah

Run outta fuel, I won't

What the fuck y'all gon' do if I don't

Run outta fuel? (Down, down, down, down, run outta fuel, yeah) that scares the fuck outta you

I was up to my waist in debt, better yet, face and neck, tryna chase a check

Sweat, labor for minimal as wages get, just tryna get me a dub like a blank cassette (yeah)

I worked for peanuts 'til the day I met Dre and that gave me a little raise in net, now

Nothin' is close to disgustin' as what I gross, so this must mean that what I wrote

Makes me the illest rapper there is, was, or ever will be

That's the real reason I still squeeze, and I fill these bars with so much vitriol (yeah), these

Voices in my head convince me, I bet that Ted Kaczynski'll feel me

'Cause I serial-kill beats like Israel Keyes, my peripheral sees

Everythin' through his POVs, the rap G-O-D

From Little Caesars to fill arenas, I made it big, word to Lil' Cease (yeah)

"Fuel" remix, so who'll be picked next, whose name's gonna be next up?

Notorious B.I.G.'s death was the domino effects of

2Pac's murder, like facial tissue, whose clock should I clean next? Puff's?

'Til he's in police handcuffs, guilty, will he step up? (Yeah)

Like G. Dep and turn himself in, who knows all the murders they'll pin on me next

So prepare for me to not choose none of my words carefully

I've been comparable to Ivan The Terrible, I'll take a paraplegic

And I'll slam his wheelchair on the cement at physical therapy treatment

Then laugh hysterically, these wimps are like Slim's hair when he bleached it

Y'all need to lighten up, I give a fuck, I don't care in the least bit

Kiss every square inch of my white rear end, I guarantee

That my elevator's stuck somewhere between two levels, emcees won't ever see (yeah)

I spit bars so barbarically, a fuckin' parakeet wouldn't dare repeat

I'll never be runnin' outta steam or kerosene (down, down, down, down, dow-dow-dow-dow-)

If I run outta fuel, I won't

What the fuck y'all gon' do if I don't

Run outta fuel? (Down, down, down, down, run outta fuel, dow-dow-dow-dow-) that scares the fuck outta you

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They bite off of this 'cause they like my shit (yeah)

No fucks (d.a. got that dope, yeah), take offense, but you like that shit

My dad died (aw), he's still on my bad side (haha)

That's how I know that I'm back on my shit (how?)

'Cause I'm that fly (buzz, oh)

Call me the Titanic (why?), I been known to fuck up entire crews (yeah)

Treat your clique like tryin' on fitted hats (fitted hats), I'm capsizin' you (like a waiter)

Like a waiter'd do with a tray of food, haters, you cater to 'em

I talk my shit, but I back it up, take the hate and I make it fuel

Nothin' else left to say or do

Got dessert, a fork, plate and spoon

Must've put my money where my mouth is

'Cause I got my cake, and I ate it too, haha (ate it, bitch)

But they bite off of this 'cause they like my shit

No fucks, take offense, but you like that shit

Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah

Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah

She'll fight over dick 'cause she like my shit

They bite off of this 'cause they like my shit

Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah

Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah (yeah), yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah

Bitch, you got one television (one set), and the one that you have is cheap (have is cheap)

It's like when they test your blood (test your blood), that shit is a plasma screen (a plasma screen)

My house is like Alfred E. Neuman (Alfred E. Neuman), bitch, I got mad TVs (mad TVs)

I got a whole lotta issues (whole lotta issues, prr) in that magazine (prr)

Turn the thermostat all the way up's only way you're gonna blast the heat (blast the heat)

All you leisure-wear like V-necks, all y'all just casual tees (casualties)

Critics, I don't rap to please (rap to please), they be like that brand of greens (brand of greens)

Label 'em Del Monte (Monte) 'cause everyone you can't appease, yeah (can't appease, haha)

But they bite off of this 'cause they like my shit

No fucks, take offense, but you like that shit

Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah

Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah

She'll fight over dick 'cause she like my shit

They bite off of this 'cause they like my shit

Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah

Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah), yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah

Came up in a world that never (what?) really gave a crap about me (yeah)

Two months my dad was outie (bye), blew up, he bragged about me (haha)

Talk about seizin' the moment (what?), it's like I have the Lawry's (yeah)

I got jumped at Checkers (Rally's), but across the board, the game had to crown me (yeah)

Man, I swear this shit is a trip (trip), similar to a family outing (when I look)

When I look back at how these kid-kids in my class would clown me

Said I'm just a huge waste, well, that must make these rappers belts, be-

'Cause now they all feel so small that they won't even wrap around me

Expect me to give in like a sinkhole (what?)

Stink, ho? Bitch, no, I don't think so

Like Cool J, back to Cali (what am I, nuts?)

Borderline nuts, but I have no boundaries

If you get in my way, I'ma bury ya

Like a barricade around this area

They call me the grand canal be-

'Cause I'll be damned if rap ain't damned without me

Keep it a grand, like a damn finale

Coup de grâce as I shot to superstardom

Who'd have thought what my medulla oblongata screwed-up thoughts could do to toddlers?

But I grew up on ramen noodles, combination of post trauma due to mama

Got me off my rocker, human lama, but everything is not hakuna matata (nah)

But I pour my heart into the ink in these letters

I tear you apart as I piece it together

How am I so sick if I keep getting better?

Bitch, you ain't fuckin' with me at this ever

You got no cheese and no cheddar

You need some yeast, at least get your bread up

I hit your bitch up like Pac, told her to please keep her head up (head up, head up)

'Cause she was suckin' my dick in the Jeep when we met up

I show up like you just said speak of the devil

The devil is speaking, "Now shut up," now shut up (shh)

I'm tryin' to take rappers heads off (what?)

I'm out for blood like the Red Cross (bitch)

Turn your GPS off and get lost (right)

This TEC is not for no TED Talk (brrt)

But every word that come from my lip bomb like I'm ChapStick

Seedy as a motherfuckin' Compact Disc, bombastic

I'm ahead of my time and my watch fast, bitch

I'm strapped, safety off that bitch

Hop back with this Papermate

The pen'll be the only thing I'm not cappin'

Better quit your goddamn jaw-jackin' (yeah)

Used to write my raps on napkins (what?)

Too much paper, now I'm stackin'

And you can't take it like dog aspirin (haha)

Ain't alcohol, but I'm strong as it

If rap was liquor, this song has it (yeah)

So if you don't wanna get wasted

These ain't the kinda bars that you'll wanna take shots at then

They bite off of this 'cause they like my shit

No fucks, take offense, but you like that shit

Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah

Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah

She'll fight over dick 'cause she like my shit

They bite off of this 'cause they like my shit

Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah

Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah

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A.T.L., what's up, shawty?

N.Y.C., yo-yo-yo, kid

D-Town, what up doe?

Toni!

Standin' on the speaker, tall as Burj Khalifa

Powder on the plate'll turn your girl into Eureka

Remember, if I don't see it, then I don't believe ya

I done done some pretty dumb things on the tequila

Birthday in Vegas, layin' with my weezy

Asked about her friends, she like, "Boy, I don't believe ya"

I'm just tryna live, and they turned it to evil

My partner is a Crip, the only thing he eat is seafood

School of hard knocks, I can fuck around and teach you (uh)

License to kill, and I just got 'em renewed (uh)

Spoke to Def Jam and they talkin' 'bout a renote

Spoke to Ghazi, and he can pay me in crypto (yeah)

Bored Ape Yacht Club, yeah, I'm Ricky Steamboat

And you know my vibe, I'm mixin' mine with the pinot

I say scratch that, gone and bring it back like Preemo

I say scratch that, gone and bring it back like Preemo

You know my set, I'm throwin' dollar signs

I lick her neck and turn the body to a water slide

I'm in the bottom of my bag like some hot fries

Toni, Toni, Toni, Toni, Toni, that my top five, shit

Now watch me swag on this beat

Enough to make Rakim proud of me

You got my math and your bitch ass post somethin' negative

You coulda called me

I'm from the dark side, but the whip lightskin

I do what I wanna do like white men

I hit you in the fuckin' head with the mic stand

I fuck my girl in the daytime on a nightstand

You ain't know that, did ya?

Real recognize real and you don't look familiar

I'm from Riverdale Road, we ain't got no river

Got the pole concealed behind the partition, listen

A trap nigga, I perform at bar mitzvah

A trap nigga, I perform at the Crystals

I ain't gon' fight, but I still tote pistols

Ain't gon' kill ya, all I got to do is whistle

Damn, I think my whistle off (off)

They've been plagiarisin', they've been stealin' sauce (sauce)

Soon as I see 'em, I'ma pick 'em off

I got a beard, but I must ask Ricky Ross (huh?)

God took his time with me

Kingpins wanna sign with me

Gunshots is truly Atlanta

While things are goin' left like Julius Randle

I got this shit lit, no need for a candle

Just like Kyrie, I got this shit handled (yeah)

Just like Kyrie, I got this shit handled (ayo)

Walkin' around your party, like where the party at? (Yo, where the party at?)

Yeah, Bacardi and 'Gnac could lead to a cardiac

But I'm drunk, and I give a fuck, like how Cardi act (Cardi)

I'm already back, I just had to run to my car to yack

Headache, an Aleve, I'ma need eight of 'em (whoa)

For pete's sake, I've been steppin' on leaf rakes again (ow)

I keep wakin' up in the bed with complete strangers (the fuck are you?)

And I eat prazosin, get more chicks than Pete Davidson (whoa)

Man, I can't help it, I'm me (no), I got the devil in me (yup)

Let me put it more delicately (here)

Fuck your feelings, I'm a felon, pussy, you're jealous of me

Prolly 'cause my cerebellum's a Parabellum, pussy

Even if I swear to celibacy, I'd still be like a female that's hooking (why?)

Ain't shit you can do to stop me from sellin', pussy (oh)

Yeah, warped mind, your rhymes

Are so fuckin' washed up, I call 'em shorelines (whoo)

But as long as a nine-year-old's mind is washable

I'ma search 'til I find the most awfullest line as possible (yeah)

Mind is off, all I need is a small little pint of vodka

To be talked into tryna walk up inside of a Shriner's hospital and

They're tryna make Marshall the guy responsible (for what?)

For little Joshua's giant arsenal

Like I'm also the reason his .9 is cocked, and he brought his tool

And decides to hide it inside of his locker 'til the next time he's picked on at school

But you're out of your gourd if you're thinkin' that I ain't killin' this beat

I'm not even forcin' myself to vomit, but if I had a fuckin' eating disorder

Or anorexia, believe me, I couldn't body this more for ya (yeah)

Man, I'm beyond childish (bitch)

When I'm on Valiums (yeah), just like mom downs 'em

They call it Munchhausen (why?), 'cause she hands me some (here)

Then says, "C'mon, chow, son (chow, son), these are non drowsin' (uh)

I mean non-drowsy (right), but they'll help you calm down some

So, before I zonk out, I'm tryna make Ra' proud

I'm hopin' this song riles him

I pop like nine thousand, I'm outtie, five-thousand (oh)

Hold up (one more thing)

Spit syllables on the mic in the booth

Like I'm at Drew's, even if I win or lose

I'm in the news, even my interviews (yeah)

Get like five million views, I get accused

Of misogyny because I will massage any bitch just like a masseuse

Mixin' NyQuil and booze, Heineken brews

Hide 'em inside of my shoes, ah (Psych, what the fuck?)

I'm just playin' (fuckin' mumble rap)

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