[Intro]
Tarzan and Jane were swingin’ on a vine
(Candyman, Candyman)
Sippin’ from a bottle of vodka double wine
(Sweet sugar, Candyman)
[Verse 1]
I met him out for dinner on a Friday night
He really had me workin’ up an appetite
He had tattoos up and down his arm
There’s nothin’ more dangerous than a boy with charm
[Chorus]
He’s a one-stop shop, makes the panties drop
He’s a sweet-talkin’, sugar-coated Candyman
A sweet-talkin’, sugar-coated Candyman
[Verse 2]
He took me to the Spider Club at Hollywood and Vine
We drank champagne and we danced all night
We shook the paparazzi for a big surprise (a big surprise)
The gossip tonight will be tomorrow’s headline
[Chorus]
He’s a one-stop shop, makes my cherry pop
He’s a sweet-talkin’, sugar-coated Candyman
A sweet-talkin’, sugar-coated Candyman
Oh, yeah, shoop do ba di ba shu ba da
Shoop do ba di ba shu ba da
He’s a one-stop shop, makes my cherry pop
He’s a sweet-talkin’, sugar-coated Candyman
A sweet-talkin’, sugar-coated Candyman
[Verse 3]
Oh, yeah
Well, by now I’m getting all bothered and hot
When he kissed my mouth, he really hit the spot
He had lips like sugar cane
Good things come for boys who wait
[Interlude]
Tarzan and Jane were swingin’ on a vine
(Candyman, Candyman)
Sippin’ from a bottle of vodka double wine
(Candyman, Candyman)
[Bridge]
(Sweet sugar, Candyman)
He’s a one-stop, gotcha hot, makin’ all the panties drop
(Sweet sugar, Candyman)
He’s a one-stop, got me hot, making my (uh) pop
(Sweet sugar, Candyman)
He’s a one-stop, get it while it’s hot, baby, don’t stop
(Sweet sugar)
[Chorus]
He got those lips like sugar cane
Good things come for boys who wait
He’s a one-stop shop with a real big (uh)
He’s a sweet-talkin’, sugar-coated Candyman (say what?)
Sweet-talkin’, sugar-coated Candyman (say)
Sweet-talkin’, sugar-coated Candyman
Sweet-talkin’, sugar-coated Candyman
Candyman, Candyman
Candyman, Candyman
Candyman, Candyman
Candyman, Candyman
Candyman, Candyman
Candyman
[Outro]
Tarzan and Jane were swingin’ on a vine
(Tarzan and Jane were swingin’ on a vine)
Sippin’ from a bottle of vodka double wine
(Sippin’ from a bottle of vodka double wine)
Jane lost her grip and a-down she fell
(Jane lost her grip and a-down she fell)
[Intro]
Candyman
(Candyman, Candyman, Candyman)
Sweet, sugar, candyman
(Candyman, Candyman, Candyman)
Sweet, sugar, candyman
[Intro]
Tarzan and Jane were swingin’ on a vine
(Candyman, Candyman)
Sippin’ from a bottle of vodka double wine
(Sweet sugar, Candyman)
Tarzan and Jane were swingin’ on a vine
(Candyman, Candyman)
Sippin’ from a bottle of vodka double wine
(Sweet sugar, Candyman)
[Verse 1]
I met him out for dinner on a Friday night
He really had me workin’ up an appetite
He had tattoos up and down his arm
There’s nothin’ more dangerous than a boy with charm
[Chorus]
He’s a one-stop shop, makes the [trombone sound]
He’s a sweet-talkin’, sugar-coated Candyman
A sweet-talkin’, sugar-coated Candyman
[Verse 2]
He took me to the Spider Club at Hollywood and Vine
We drank champagne and we danced all night
We shook the paparazzi for a big surprise (a big surprise)
The gossip tonight will be tomorrow’s headline
[Chorus]
He’s a one-stop shop, makes my [trombone noise]
He’s a sweet-talkin’, sugar-coated Candyman
A sweet-talkin’, sugar-coated Candyman
Oh, yeah, shoop do ba di ba shu ba da
Shoop do ba di ba shu ba da
He’s a one-stop shop, makes my [trombone sound]
He’s a sweet-talkin’, sugar-coated Candyman
A sweet-talkin’, sugar-coated Candyman
[Verse 3]
Well, by now I’m getting all bothered and hot
When he kissed my mouth, he really hit the spot
He had lips like sugar cane
Good things come for boys who wait
[Interlude]
Tarzan and Jane were swingin’ on a vine
(Candyman, Candyman)
Sippin’ from a bottle of vodka double wine
(Candyman, Candyman)
Tarzan and Jane were swingin’ on a vine
(Candyman, Candyman)
Sippin’ from a bottle of vodka double wine
(Candyman, Candyman)
[Bridge]
(Sweet sugar, Candyman)
He’s a one-stop, gotcha hot, makin’ all the [whistling] drop
(Sweet sugar, Candyman)
He’s a one-stop, got me hot, making my (uh) pop
(Sweet sugar, Candyman)
He’s a one-stop, get it while it’s hot, baby, don’t stop
(Sweet sugar)
[Chorus]
He got those lips like sugar cane
Good things come for boys who wait
He’s a one-stop shop with a real big (uh)
He’s a sweet-talkin’, sugar-coated Candyman (say what?)
Sweet-talkin’, sugar-coated Candyman (say)
Sweet-talkin’, sugar-coated Candyman
Sweet-talkin’, sugar-coated Candyman
Candyman, Candyman
Candyman, Candyman
Candyman, Candyman
Candyman, Candyman
Candyman, Candyman
Candyman
[Outro]
Tarzan and Jane were swingin’ on a vine
(Tarzan and Jane were swingin’ on a vine)
Sippin’ from a bottle of vodka double wine
(Sippin’ from a bottle of vodka double wine)
Jane lost her grip and a-down she fell
(Jane lost her grip and a-down she fell)
Squared herself away as she let out a yell
(Squared herself away as she let out a yell)
Sweet, sugar, Candyman
[Intro]
Better check your resources
[Chorus]
Yeah and I’ma shit on niggas in the winter (shit)
And when I go the war, I don’t surrender (bitch)
Yeah, and I don’t take a freaky bitch to dinner (ho)
Ooh, I been gettin’ money, you just a beginner
[Verse 1]
All that slick talkin’ that gon’ get yo’ head cracked
All my bitches gotta walk ’til they bring some bread back
And my soldiers can’t go home ’til they bring your head back
They took purple off the market but they brought the red back
I might jump up in that Maybach, just to let head back
I might run off on my plug and don’t bring the bread back
I remember way back, bro I’m talkin’ way back
And them pussy niggas runnin’ from me like a scared cat
When you run into them pussy nigga, tell ’em I said that
You might get your son back but can’t get his legs back
All that comin’ on Instagram, I read that
When I get through with yo’ bitch, you can get a head back
Thank you
[Chorus]
Yeah and I’ma shit on niggas in the winter (shit)
And when I go the war, I don’t surrender (bitch)
Yeah, and I don’t take a freaky bitch to dinner (ho)
Ooh, I been gettin’ money, you just a beginner (slow)
[Verse 2]
Boy, you think I’m really lyin’ on these songs? (ho)
You don’t think I really come up on them slums (no)
You don’t wanna see me pull up with them drums (ghost)
All that talkin’ and shit, I might cut your tongue (throat)
I been blockin’ that bitch when she hit my home (beep)
I be rockin’ that shit, it’s in my perform (gang-gang)
I be poppin’ that shit, oh she let it burn
We be tossin’ that bitch, we be takin’ turns
I don’t go nowhere without my Glock ho (hey)
I can’t go outside without my socks ho (uh)
I got bread on my line, I’m talkin’ ’bout guapo
I got the feds right behind me, time to hop over (nope)
[Chorus]
Yeah and I’ma shit on niggas in the winter (shit)
And when I go the war, I don’t surrender (bitch)
Yeah, and I don’t take a freaky bitch to dinner (ho)
Ooh, I been gettin’ money, you just a beginner (slow)
Paroles de la chanson Holla At Your Boy :
When you see me come around
I got you looking at me (got you looking at me)
I don’t need to spend my cash
Cos my swag’s not hard to see
Cos my swag don’t lie
You can’t deny
You feeling right yeah
You’ll be alright just being by my side
No need for fronting (fronting girl)
Let me tell you something (something girl)
No need for long thing, cos you feel so good just standing by my side
No need for fronting (fronting girl)
Let me tell you something (something girl)
No need for long thing, cos you feel so good just standing by my side
If you see me drive by….holla at your boy
I got more swag….holla at your boy
I pop more bottles….holla at your boy
Chilling with models….holla at your boy
If you see me drive by….holla at your boy
I got more swag….holla at your boy
I pop more bottles….holla at your boy
Chilling with models….holla at your boy
Hey girl
You got me thinking…there’s many things i can do to u
Hey girl
You got me wishing….I could take you home with me
Lets take one step at a time, 2 by noon
Be my girl, with you I rule
You are fresh and fly, don’t deny
Nothing feels better
No need for fronting (fronting girl)
Let me tell you something (something girl)
No need for long thing, cos you feel so good just standing by my side
No need for fronting (fronting girl)
Let me tell you something (something girl)
No need for long thing, cos you feel so good just standing by my side
If you see me drive by….holla at your boy
I got more swag….holla at your boy
I pop more bottles….holla at your boy
Chilling with models….holla at your boy
If you see me drive by….holla at your boy
I got more swag….holla at your boy
I pop more bottles….holla at your boy
Chilling with models….holla at your boy
If you see me drive by….holla at your boy
I got more swag….holla at your boy
I pop more bottles….holla at your boy
Chilling with models….holla at your boy
If you up tonight and you feeling alright, holla at your boy (holla at your boy)
Your jeans sag low your fresh fly boy, holla at your boy (holla at your boy)
If you up tonight and you feeling alright, holla at your boy (holla at your boy)
You are a pretty fine girl and you got no boy, holla at your boy (holla at your boy)
No need for fronting (fronting girl)
Something (something girl)
Long thing, cos you feel so good just standing by my side
No need for fronting (fronting girl)
Something (something girl)
Long thing, cos you feel so good just standing by my side
If you see me drive by….holla at your boy
I got more swag….holla at your boy
I pop more bottles….holla at your boy
Chilling with models….holla at your boy
If you see me drive by….holla at your boy
I got more swag….holla at your boy
I pop more bottles….holla at your boy
Chilling with models….holla at your boy
If you see me drive by….
I got more swag…
I pop more bottles….
Chilling with models….
If you see me drive by….holla at your boy
I got more swag….holla at your boy
I pop more bottles….holla at your boy
Chilling with models….holla at your bo
[Verse 1]
Well they said, when you walk in the room, like they’re looking at Heaven
Oh you know that those boys will do [?] Let them
[Pre-Chorus]
But I don’t wanna be like them, with you
But you still look at me like him
[Chorus]
You taste like danger but I feel so safe in your arms
And I like the way that you talk, so
Spelling my name with your tongue, so
You don’t have to say but friends at the party will give you my body at home [?]
[Verse 2]
Well I say, when you walk in the room, like I’m scared to forget you
If you’re thinking that I’m gonna act like those boys, I would never
[Pre-Chorus]
But I don’t wanna be like them, with you
But you still look at me like him
[Chorus]
You taste like danger but I feel so safe in your arms
And I like the way that you talk, so
Spelling my name with your tongue, so
You don’t have to say but friends at the party will give you my body at home [?]
[Guitar solo]
[Chorus]
But I feel so safe in your arms
And I like the way that you talk, so
Spelling my name with your tongue, so
You don’t have to say but friends at the party will give you my body at home [?]
[Intro: Eminem & Justin Vernon]
You know, everybody’s been tellin’ me what they think about me for the last few months
It’s too loud
Maybe it’s time I tell ’em what I think about them
Can’t hear it coming down the hallway stairs from the parking lot
It’s too loud
Freeze my crown all up in it, slow fire
Don’t fall on my face
Don’t fall on my faith, oh
Don’t fall on my fate
Don’t fall on my faith, oh
Don’t fall on my fate
Don’t fall on my–
[Verse 1: Eminem]
Gotta concentrate, against the clock I race
Got no time to waste, I’m already late, I got a marathoner’s pace
Went from addict to a workaholic, word to Dr. Dre
In that first marijuana tape—guess I got a chronic case (yeah)
And I ain’t just blowin’ smoke, ‘less it’s in your momma’s face
I know this time Paul and Dre, they won’t tell me what not to say
And though me and my party days have all pretty much parted ways
You’d swear to God I’ve forgot I’m the guy that made “Not Afraid”
One last time for Charlemagne
If my response is late, it’s just how long it takes
To hit my fuckin’ radar, I’m so far away
These rappers are like Hunger Games
One minute, they’re mockin’ Jay
Next minute, they get they style from Migos, then they copy Drake
Maybe I just don’t know when to turn around and walk away
But all the hate, I call it “Walk on Water” gate
I’ve had as much as I can tolerate
I’m sick and tired of waitin’, I done lost my patience
I can take all of you motherfuckers on at once
You wanted, Shady? You got it!
[Chorus: Justin Vernon & (Eminem)]
Don’t fall on my face (yeah)
Don’t fall on my faith, oh
Don’t fall on my fate (light ’em up!)
Don’t fall on my faith, oh (rrr!)
Don’t fall on my fate (look)
[Verse 2: Eminem]
Somebody tell Budden before I snap, he better fasten it
Or have his body bag get zipped
The closest thing he’s had to hits is smackin’ bitches
And don’t make me have to give it back to Akademiks
Say this shit is trash again, I’ll have you twisted
Like you had it when you thought you had me slippin’ at the telly
Even when I’m gettin’ brain, you’ll never catch me with a thot
Lackin’ with it, “he ain’t spittin’ like this in his last shit”
Ho, you better go back and listen
You know me better, thinkin’ I’ll slow or let up
Call it trap ’cause it’s a total setup
Hopin’ that you rappers fall in that
Dre said, “Hold your head up!”—Kathy Griffin
Stackin’ ammunition, slap the clip and cock it back on competition
This is how I shot ahead (pew)—Gabby Giffords
My attack is vicious, Jack the Ripper, back in business
Tyler create nothin’, I see why you called yourself a faggot, bitch
It’s not just ’cause you lack attention
It’s ’cause you worship D12’s balls, you’re sack-religious
If you’re gonna critique me, you better at least be as good or better
Get Earl the Hooded Sweater
Whatever his name is to help you put together
Some words, more than just two letters
The fans waited for this moment like that feature when I stole this show (ha), sorry if I took forever (haha)
[Chorus: Justin Vernon & (Eminem)]
Don’t fall on my face (yeah)
Don’t fall on my faith, oh (I won’t)
Don’t fall on my fate (light ’em up!)
Don’t fall on my faith, oh (ha)
Don’t fall on my fate (it’s too easy)
[Verse 3: Eminem]
Just remember, I was here before you
And I’ll be here after you make your run-in for you
Detract this, I might have to fuck Pitchfork with a corkscrew
Just what the doctor ordered
Revenge is the best medicine
Increase the dose, unleash the most
And then tell the Grammys to go and fuck themselves
They suck the blood from all the biggest artists like some leeches
So they nominate ’em, get ’em there, get a name to ’em
See the show, every parasite needs a host (haha)
Then give Album of the Year to somebody that no one’s ever even heard of
All I know is I wrote every single word of
Everything I ever murdered
Time to separate the sheep from goats
And I got no faith in your writers, I don’t believe in ghosts
When rap needed it most, I was that wing in the prayer
A beacon of hope, the B-I-R-D in the air
Somewhere some kid is bumpin’ this while he lip-syncs in the mirror
That’s who I’m doin’ it for, the rest I don’t really even care
But you would think I’m carryin’ a Oxford dictionary in my pocket
How I’m buryin’ these artists, on the scale it turns to minus
Mines is various as hardly and what’s scary is you prolly
Can compare me to your car ’cause I’m just barely gettin’ started
And as far as Lord Jamar, you better leave me the hell alone
Or I’ll show you an Elvis clone
Walk up in this house you own, brush my pelvic bone
You should telephone and go fetch me the remote
Put my feet up and just make myself at home
I belong here, clown, don’t tell me ’bout the culture
I inspire the Hopsins, the Logics, the Coles, the
Seans, the K-Dots, the 5’9″s, and oh
Brought the world 50 Cent, you did squat, pissed and moaned
But I’m not gonna fall… bitch!
[Outro: Justin Vernon]
It’s too loud
Can’t hear it coming down the hallway stairs from the parking lot
It’s too loud
Freeze my crown all up in it
Slow fire
[Verse 1]
A stray bullet and a momma cries
Her baby won’t be coming home tonight
Sirens screaming down the avenue
Just another story on the evening news, oh, whoa
Politics and prejudice
How the hell it’d ever come to this?
When everybody’s gotta pick a side
It don’t matter if you’re wrong or right, no
And so it goes, but I hold onto hope and I won’t let go ’cause
[Chorus]
I, I believe you and me are sisters and brothers
And I, I believe we’re made to be here for each other
And we’ll never fall if we walk hand in hand
Put a world that seems broken together again
Yeah I, I believe in the end love wins
[Verse 2]
Sometimes it takes a lot of faith
To keep believing there will come a day
When the tears and the sadness, the pain and the hate
The struggle, this madness, will all fade away, yeah
[Chorus]
I, I believe you and me are sisters and brothers
And I, I believe we’re made to be here for each other
And we’ll never fall if we walk hand in hand
Put a world that seems broken together again
Yeah I, I believe in the end love wins
[Bridge]
Love is power, love is a smile
Love reaches out, love is the remedy
Love is the answer, love’s an open door
Love is the only thing worth fighting for, yeah
[Chorus]
I, I believe you and me are sisters and brothers
And I, I believe we’re made to be here for each other
And we’ll never fall if we walk hand in hand
Put a world that seems broken together again
Yeah I, I believe in the end love wins
Oh, yeah, love wins
[Outro]
Love will, love can, love still, love wins
Love will, love can, love still, love wins
[Intro]
Yo, how do I keep
(Man, I don’t know what’s up with these hoes, man)
Getting in relationships like this?
(I’m just sayin’)
Maybe it says something about me
(Yeah, yup)
Should I look in the mirror?
[Chorus]
I just want you to be normal
Why can’t you bitches be normal?
Always gotta be so extra
Why you always need a lecture?
My ex hates to talk, she’s a texter
Even when I’m in bed layin’ right next to her
Wants to get back together
Said not till she gets her act together
[Verse 1]
She thinks I’m bein’ mean and now
She starts to scream and shout
She’s about to let the demons out
She don’t want to see me with other females out
I tell the bitch to beat it, take the scenic route
She retaliates by tryin’ to leave the house
In an evening gown with her cleavage out
We’ve been down this road too many times for me to count
And all I can think is how—
[Chorus]
I just want you to be normal
Why can’t you bitches be normal?
Always gotta be so extra
Like a fuckin’ terrestrial
Guess it comes with the territory
My ex girl, she just declared war
Therefore, I better prepare for it
I guess bein’ weird’s normal
[Verse 2]
And I don’t know what’s got a hold of me
Most notably I’ve been zonin’ to Jodeci
I’m totally open, hopelessly devoted
So much so that I bet you she don’t know that she’s
The first thing I think of when I wake up
And the last thing I think of ‘fore I go to sleep
Sike, hope she don’t notice me goin’ through her purse
I know she cheats, so do I, I’m soulless, she’s heartless
No wonder we’re partners
Both got hundreds of charges
Domestic disputes but we’ve always
Swept it under the carpet
Even when 911 gets the call that
I slipped up and busted her jaw with
A Louisville Slugger ’cause all’s it
Really does is make our love
For each other grow stronger
She won me over the second she tried to run me over
Told her I’d keep it a hun’
We over; kicked her out, called her back now she’s coming over
But why is she so wicked?
And how the fuck did I get so twisted?
I’m with someone so unlikeable and shifty
We’re like nitrogen and hydrogen mixed with
Ignitable liquids, but I’m finally seeing
She’s only mine for the time being
That’s why I keep bringin’ up that one time she
Tried to two-time me
And throw it up in her face till I dry heave
How could I be so naive?
Should I leave or turn this entire evening
Into a motherfucking crime scene?
[Verse 3]
Maybe I’m just too ugly to compete with him
You weren’t supposed to agree, you fucking bitch!
Especially when you’re the one cheated first
Now the argument immediately becomes heated
You don’t want me to flip, little conceded cunt
Eat a monkey dick wrapped in a stuffed pita fajita
Slut, treat just like a drum, beat it
Complete it, and once you’ve succeeded, repeat it!
I love you but I hope you fuckin’ die though
In our business your friends like to pry so
You’ve got ’em all under cover just like moles
Hopin’ they’ll come back with intel
But I’m the one who’s thrown into the spiral
‘Cause now the roles are reversed so here I go
Thinkin’ I’m sly as I scroll through your iPhone
Who the fuck’s Milo?
The guy at work who drives a hi-lo
I put a tracking device on your Chrysler
And follow you while you drive home
But like a cyclone, I just got my disguise blown
You recognize me and had Milo flip me off
Right out the passenger side window
I hit a light pole, you skrt off
And then pull up at 5am in the drive in a stretched white limo
Stumble in the side door and hit me head with Milo’s demo
But like a drunk bum, what do I know?
Let’s sleep on it like they did Revival
I told you you’re the apple of my eye so shut your pie hole
[Outro]
Just wanna be normal
Why can’t you be normal? (yeah)
I just wanna be normal
Why can’t you be normal?
[Intro]
Okay, how do I say this? (fack, fack, fack)
Last year didn’t work out so well for me
(fack, fack, fack) (fack last year)
2018, welp (fack, fack)
[Verse 1]
Yeah, I’m a fuckin’ kamikaze crashin’ into everything
You beat me, Islamic Nazi, that means there is no such thing
I’ve been goin’ for your jugular since Craig G “Duck Alert”
Wedgie in my underwear, the whole bedsheet and the comforter
Stuck up in my rectal crack, kiss my disrespectful ass
I’ll ride through your cul-de-sac
Window cracked, bumpin’ your reference tracks
You collab on a referent rap, I have never said his raps
Overstayed my welcome, stepped in crap
And ruined your welcome mat
So spit that shit from the heart, you didn’t write like you wrote it
While I teabag the microphone ’cause I go nuts on it
Like a fighter jet lined with explosives that’ll strike any moment
Headed right at opponents and I’m the fuckin’ pilot that flown it
I’m ’bout to—
[Chorus]
Smash into everyone, crash into everything
Back and I’ve just begun, “FACK” 2017
Fack, fack on everyone
Fack, fack on everyone
Fack, fack on everyone
I’m a Kamikaze, gonna
Smash into everyone, crash like an F-15
Damage already done, y’all shoulda let me be
Fack, fack on everyone
Fack, fack on everyone
Fack, fack on everyone
I’m a Kamikaze, gonna
[Verse 2]
I turned to rap ’cause it made me feel tough when I wasn’t (wasn’t)
From the moment I heard rap was cussin’, I was in (was in)
Which is why I identify with the guy
Who I was invented by, Dre’s Frankenstein
Energized like a nine volt, ice cold
Like Snake Eyes, twice in a row on a dice roll
But if the only reason I blowed is ’cause I’m white though
Why don’t every other white rapper sell what I sold? (ooh)
Kamikaze pilot, I wrote my suicide note
Here come the guys in white coats tryin’ to stop me
‘Fore I jump behind the controls and try to fly into foes
‘Cause I’m takin’ y’all with me when I go cyclone
I don’t think this typhoon’s lettin’ up any time soon, here I go
Eyes closed, blindfolded, I’m ’bout to—
[Chorus]
Smash into everyone, crash into everything
Back and I’ve just begun, “FACK” 2017
Fack, fack on everyone
Fack, fack on everyone
Fack, fack on everyone
I’m a Kamikaze, gonna
Smash into everyone, crash like an F-15
Damage already done, y’all should’ve let me be
Fack, fack on everyone
Fack, fack on everyone
Fack, fack on everyone
I’m a Kamikaze, gonna
[Bridge]
Smash
Kamikaze, kamikaze
Kamikaze, kamikaze, kami-kamikaze
Look at what I’ve done
[Verse 3]
I heard your freestyle on Shade 45, that shit was embarrassing
There is no way we ever hear that shit again, I guarantee
That way that shit was so ass it’s somethin’ we wouldn’t dare re-air it
The shit’s embarrassing, as me rear-ending Tara Reid bare
In my therapy chair, my dick is the hair length of Cher
Each nut is the chair width of an acorn, stairlift beware of me
Lyrically I’m terrible, better get your lyrics prepared
Richard Ramirez is here, serial killin’ every beat there is
[Outro]
Wait, wait, got the eeriest feelin’
Somethin’ evil is lurkin’, I’m no conspiracy theorist
But somethin’ here is afoot—oh yeah, it’s my dick
Get the measurement stick (what?), twelve inches of wood
Wait, but I’ve been goin’ for your jugular since Craig G Duck Alert
And I’ve come to pay respects
‘Cause if you sleep you’re fucked—other words, you get laid to rest
And I hope your butt is hurt
Put me on a track, I go cray on it like a color book
You got some views, but you’re still below me
Mine are higher, so when you compare our views, you get overlooked
And I don’t say the hook unless I wrote the hook
And now I’m just freestylin’ in the vocal booth
And you know I’ve always spoke the truth
You lyin’ through your teeth so much you broke a tooth
And it ain’t somethin’ I need a phone to do
When I say I can’t wait till I get ahold of you
And I don’t know what I’m s’posed to do
Line up the rappers, take my pic like a photo shoot
[Intro]
I got a song filled with shit for the strong-willed
When the world gives you a raw deal
Set you off till you scream, “Piss off! Screw you!”
When it talks to you like you don’t belong
Or tells you you’re in the wrong field
When’s something’s in your mitochondrial
‘Cause it latched on to you, like—
[Verse 1]
Knock knock, let the devil in
Malevolent as I’ve ever been, head is spinnin’
This medicine’s screamin’, “L-l-l-let us in!”
L-l-lick like a salad bowl, Edgar Allen Poe
Bedridden, shoulda been dead a long time ago
Liquid Tylenol, gelatins, think my skeleton’s meltin’
Wicked, I get all high when I think I’ve smelled the scent
Of elephant manure—hell, I meant Kahlúa
Screw it, to hell with it, I went through hell with accelerants
And blew up my-my-myself again
Volkswagen, tailspin, bucket matches my pale skin
Medal win, went from Hellmann’s and being rail thin
Filet-o-Fish, to Scribbles and Rap Olympics ’97 Freaknik
How can I be down? Me and Bizarre in Florida
Proof’s room slept on floor of the motel then
Dr. Dre said, “Hell yeah”
And I got his stamp like a postcard, word to Mel-Man
And I know they’re gonna hate
But I don’t care, I barely could wait
To hit them with the snare and the bass
Square in the face, this fuckin’ world better prepare to get laced
Because they’re gonna taste my—
[Chorus]
Venom, (I got that) adrenaline momentum
Venom, not knowin’ with ’em
Never gonna slow up in ’em
Ready to snap any moment-um
Thinkin’ it’s time to go get ’em
They ain’t gonna know what hit ’em
(When they get bitten with the)
Venom, (I got that) adrenaline momentum
Venom, not knowin’ with ’em
Never gonna slow up in ’em
Ready to snap any moment-um
Thinkin’ it’s time to go get ’em
They ain’t gonna know what hit ’em
(When they get bit with the)
[Verse 2]
I said knock knock, let the devil in
Shotgun p-p-pellets in the felt pen
Cocked, fuck around and catch a hot one
I-i-it’s evident I’m not done
V-venomous, the thought spun
Like your web and you just caught in ’em
Held against your will like a hubcap or a mud flap
Be strangled or attacked
So this ain’t gonna feel like a love tap
Eat painkiller pills, fuck a blood track
Like, what’s her name’s at the wheel? Danica Patrick
Throw the car into reverse at the Indy, end up crashin’
Into ya, the back of it – just mangled steel
My Mustang and your Jeep Wrangler grill
With the front smashed, much as my rear fender, assassin
Slim be a combination of an actual kamikaze and Gandhi
Translation, I will probably kill us both
When I end up back in India
You ain’t gonna be able to tell what the fuck’s happening
To you when you’re bit with the—
[Chorus]
Venom, (I got that) adrenaline momentum
Venom, not knowin’ with ’em
Never gonna slow up in ’em
Ready to snap any moment-um
Thinkin’ it’s time to go get ’em
They ain’t gonna know what hit ’em
(When they get bitten with the)
Venom, (I got that) adrenaline momentum
Venom, not knowin’ with ’em
Never gonna slow up in ’em
Ready to snap any moment-um
Thinkin’ it’s time to go get ’em
They ain’t gonna know what hit ’em
(When they get bit with the)
[Verse 3]
I said knock knock, let the devil in
Alien, E-E-Elliot phone home
Ain’t no telling when this chokehold
On this game will end, I’m loco
Became a Symbiote, so
My fangs are in your throat, ho
You’re snake bitten with my—venom
With the ballpoint pen I’m
Gun cock, bump stock, devil eye, buckshot
Tied for the uppercut, tie a couple knots
Fired up a Glock, fire, juggernaut
Punk rock, bitches goin’ down like Yung Joc
‘Cause the Doc put me on like sunblock
Why the fuck not? You only get one shot
Ate shit ’til I can’t taste it
Chased it with straight liquor
Then paint thinner then drank ’til I faint
And I wait with a headache
And I take anything in rectangular shape
Then I wait to face the demons I’m bonded to
‘Cause they’re chasin’ me but I’m part of you
So escapin’ me is impossible
I latch onto you like a—parasite
And I probably ruined your parents’ life
And your childhood too
‘Cause if I’m the music that y’all grew up on
I’m responsible for you retarded fools
I’m the super villain Dad and Mom was losin’ their marbles too
You Marvel that? Eddie Brock is you
And I’m the suit, so call me—
[Chorus]
Venom, (I got that) adrenaline momentum
Venom, not knowin’ with ’em
Never gonna slow up in ’em
Ready to snap any moment-um
Thinkin’ it’s time to go get ’em
They ain’t gonna know what hit ’em
(When they get bitten with the)
Venom, (I got that) adrenaline momentum
Venom, not knowin’ with ’em
Never gonna slow up in ’em
Ready to snap any moment-um
Thinkin’ it’s time to go get ’em
They ain’t gonna know what hit ’em
(When they get bit with the)
[Intro]
Motherfuckers talkin’ crazy (yeah)
Sayin’ I should quit (yeah)
I fuckin’ tell ’em make me (bitch)
Eat a fuckin’ dick (yeah)
I’m feelin’ like the greatest (woo)
Wanna be whoever did it
Mike Will the one who made it
It’s Shady on the lyrics
[Verse 1]
I’m somewhat outlandish they say
You say we’re cut from the same cloth, but I guess you fabricate, eh?
You better bring more men than the Latter Day Saints
Manic states, Stephen Paddock with automatic stay sprayin’
At anything that may stand in they way
As I stand at the bay window with a hand grenade
And a tre eight, at the Mandalay Bay
Common sense, I’m a dollar short and a day late
James Holmes at the Saturday Batman matinee
Must have missed my cat-scan that day
I just threw a Tampax at Dre
Trashcan, Tascam and ashtray
I’m turning back to a madman, can’t take
Anymore but I try to get away from the anger and rage
My basic alias is an A to the K
Get your ass spayed like bidets breakin’ your legs
Ain’t givin’ ways ankle the ways
You chumps don’t even know how to do somethin’
To give goosebumps a day when you say
That somethin’ you won’t give someone a lump in their throat
If you had them choked up you’d be yankin’ my chain
Feelin’ like I’m headed for a padded cell, the
Bar for me what I rap isn’t fair but
Guess that’s the standard I’m held to
But if somethin’ like that doesn’t tell ya
You set a mark too high when platinum sales are
Looked at as a failure
Then you better take it back to the shelter
And Hamburger Helper, ’cause damn it I’m still the—
[Chorus]
Greatest in the world, greatest in the world, greatest in the world
No lie, I might be
The best to ever do it, the best to ever do it, the best to ever do it
I feel like the greatest
Woke up to honkies sounding like me
Never be as good, never be as good
Packing up wife-beaters, white t-shirts, white
But I’m the greatest
[Verse 2]
So you sold 10 million albums, eh? (what?)
Only problem is, you put out 10 million albums, eh? (haha)
Wait, what was I just about to say?
Oh yeah, let me get this out the way
I know there’s people that are pissed about the way I misprounouced a name
“Die Antwoord!” Fuck, I still can’t say this shit, but how quickly they forget
Who the fuck I was now Ninja try to duck my slugs
To let ya girl get fucked by Muggs, I’d like to give a shout to Cypress
This can’t be real, you dissed me and I was just tryin’ to
Give you a shout—now get the fuck out my rhyme book!
No more shiners, already too much time tokin’ rappers
I hear you talkin’ shit, I’m just too big to respond to it
God forbid I forget, go and jump out the window
Somebody better child-proof it
‘Cause if I lose it we can rewind to some old Ja Rule shit
And I can remind motherfuckers I’ll do shit
You don’t got the tools, I got my toolkit, I bullshit you not
Y’all fools just forgot that I’m so fuckin’ awful with the thoughts
And when I’m hostile and impossible to stop
So you call it a nostril ’cause it’s not… gonna ever
I’ll never let up on the pedal, might as well get the mop
‘Cause I’m wipin’ everyone up in this genre
‘Cause on the mic I feel like I’m the—
[Chorus]
Greatest in the world, greatest in the world, greatest in the world
No lie, I might be
The best to ever do it, the best to ever do it, the best to ever do it
I feel like the greatest
Woke up to to honkies sounding like me
Never be as good, never be as good
Packing up wife-beaters, white t-shirts, white
But I’m the greatest
[Verse 3]
Oh yeah, and one more thing I want to mention (what?)
Is you’re one dimension
I’m a monkey wrench and I can flunk detention, I love contentions
So welcome to the gun convention
Muscles flexin’, gotta strut like a front suspension
And you just stuck the key up in the ignition
And gave me enough gas to flood my engine (yeah)
Psychopath, Michael’s Jack’s blowin’ up like a raft
I just slapped Vlad with a ISIS flag
Bet you I come back twice as bad (uh)
“Revival” didn’t go viral!
Denaun and Royce tell me that I should take the high road
Fuck that, I’m finna hit back
‘Til I run out of gun powder and split the scene
Hold the mic similar to pistol, squeeze
And I shoot from the hip when I grip them things
And my lips and the clips got the SIG lit like it’s nicotine
Trigger me and Slim gets mean
Bars are like bullets when I spit them schemes
That’s why I call the motherfuckers M-16’s
Float like a butterfly, I’m ‘onna sting like a bee
You ain’t harmin’ a thing
I get a day hard as I’m gonna swing
I’m gonna need to put my arm in a sling
But like a wedding band
You gotta be diamond to even climb in the ring
An anomaly, I’m Muhammad Ali
‘Cause I know one day I’m gonna be the—
[Chorus]
Greatest in the world, greatest in the world, greatest in the world
No lie, I might be
The best to ever do it, the best to ever do it, the best to ever do it
I feel like the greatest
Woke up to to honkies sounding like me
Never be as good, never be as good
Packing up wife-beaters, white t-shirts, white
But I’m the greatest
[Verse: Eminem]
Here we go again from heroes to villains
Used to be your Romeo, but we both were jilted
A couple of times, so we had a slippery slope to deal with
But still it gave me hope that we’ll get
Through it together, a severed earlobe
Mailed to you in an E-N-V-E-lope would be dope
But what kind of lengths can you go?
Pull a Vincent van Gogh, just to convince a damn ho
To be a housewife who outright lies
She’s blackout drunk, now she’s backin’ out my drive
I ran outside, why’s she tryna act out?
She’s just about my size, hit me in the mouth twice
Guys, when someone you’d die for
Sticks a steak knife in your heart, do you try more?
Another late night in, she stumbles through my door
Lets the daylight in and all we do’s fight more
And I ain’t violent, but she’s goin’ through my drawers
To plant the K-Y in; I’m gettin’ accused by a whore
Who smells like St. Ides and who’s probably screwed five more
Guys, sucked eight/nine men
I’m takin’ two-by-fours to our eight-by-tens
Bitch it’s you I tore out the frame, I win
Put up a new high score, beat this game I’m in
And here’s some two-ply for when you date my friends
In order to wipe your ass when you moved your bowels
When we renewed our vows, this the thanks I get?
I’m waitin’ for the day I can
Hear you say, “Marshall, what a skank I’ve been
And there’s a new guy, you’re being replaced by him.”
Got your tubes tied for him, got that boob job for him
Hurts me to my core, but the pain I’m in
After you, I swore to make the gray skies end
Here comes the rays like wind, you get a pay hike and
Am I the good guy or do I just play like him
And hope that he dumps you?
It’s like a dream come true, just to scream “Fuck you!”
Guess you take life in the same way you play dice then
‘Cause you just look at me and roll them little snake eyes in
[Chorus: Jessie Reyez]
Since you bought the jury, they’ll call me guilty
They’ll call me guilty
You bought the jury, they’ll call me guilty
Even though you know the real me
You can’t be the cheater, convincin’ nonbeliever
And I ain’t in my feelings, I’m out
But I let you say that you’re the good guy
‘Cause this ain’t what love looks like
You can’t be the cheater, convincin’ nonbeliever
And I ain’t in my feelings, I’m out
But I let you say that you’re the good guy
They like, “You’re the good guy.”
They like, they like, they like, “You’re the good guy.”
[Intro]
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up!
Yeah
[Pre-Chorus: Eminem]
Brain dead, eye drops
Pain meds, cyclops
They bed, iPod
Maybach, my bach
Trainwrecks, sidewalks
Pay less, high-tops
K-Fed, iHop
Playtex, ice spots
[Chorus: Eminem]
That’s how much we have in common (yeah!)
That’s how much we have in common (whoa!)
Up on this mic, when we’re on it (yeah!)
That’s how much we have in common (yeah!)
That’s how much we have in common (woo!)
That’s how much we have in common
We are not alike, there’s not alike us on the mic (yeah!)
[Verse 1: Royce Da 5’9″]
I don’t do Jordans and Audemars
I do explosions and Molotovs
Y’all blowin’ smoke as if y’all ain’t washed
I blow the smoke from the car exhaust
Flyin’ to a party I am not invited to, feelin’ like the streets need me
I ain’t gotta dance long as my Ferrari Spyder move like C Breezy
I don’t gotta hire goons
I’d rather try to buy the moon and breathe freely
The sky is blue, the tie is new
The Maserati white and cool like G-Eazy
While these dudes tryna figure out
How to do a freestyle as fly as me
I’m confused tryna figure out how to do Kapri Styles and Mya G
Everybody doin’ chick joints
Probably rob these little dudes at fist point
Remember everybody used to bite Nickel
Now everybody doin’ Bitcoin
We don’t got nothin’ in common (no)
We don’t got nothin’ in common (no)
Y’all into stuff like doubled-up Styrofoam cups
On them uppers-and-downers (woo!)
I’m into stuff like doublin’ commas
Find me a brother who’s solid
To count the shit up and then bust the shit down
When the cops hit us up, we can flush the shit down
We can not give a fuck, shit, a fuckin’ colonic
Sellin’ your cock and your butt for a follower
Possible cup, for dollars you powder sniff
Now you’re slippin’, call it a power trip, a product of politics
Y’all went from profit and toppin’ the charts
To dropped in the park in a pile of shit
Knowledge is power, but powerless
If you got it and you do not acknowledge it
Y’all music sound like Dr. Seuss inspired it
Hirin’ strippers, prostitute retirin’
We can spit it for ya advance
I’m fit to be king, you’re cut out to fit in Prince pants
You niggas—
[Pre-Chorus: Eminem]
Brain dead, eye drops
Pain meds, cyclops
They bed, iPod
Maybach, my bach
Trainwrecks, sidewalks
Pay less, high-tops
K-Fed, iHop
Playtex, ice spots
[Chorus: Eminem]
That’s how much we have in common (yeah!)
That’s how much we have in common (whoa!)
Up on this mic, when we’re on it (yeah!)
That’s how much we have in common (yeah!)
That’s how much we have in common (woo!)
That’s how much we have in common
We are not alike, there’s not alike us
[Verse 2: Eminem]
You say you’re affiliated with murderers, killas (ayy)
The people you run with are thuggin’ (gang)
But you’re just a wannabe gunna (gang)
Like you was gonna do somethin’
Actin’ like you catchin’ bodies (ayy)
And you got juice, lil’ youngin, you’re buggin’
You ain’t never even been charged in connection with battery
Bitch, you ain’t plugged in to nothin’
Rap God spit lyrical bullets (boom)
And gats cock, your partners better tool up
This has not to do with muscular
But have guns for sure, you better put a
Strap on, in other words if you’re gonna
Roll up with your (gang) you’re gon’ need a Arsenal
‘Cause this bar is over your head
So you better have arms if you’re gonna pull up (skrrt)
Oh, you run the streets, huh?
Now you wanna come and fuck with me, huh?
This little cock-sucker, he must be feelin’ himself
He wants to keep up his tough demeanor
So he does a feature, decides to team up with Nina
But next time you don’t gotta use Tech N9ne
If you wanna come at me with a sub, Machine Gun
And I’m talkin’ to you, but you already know who the fuck you are, Kelly
I don’t use sublims and sure as fuck don’t sneak-diss
But keep commentin’ on my daughter Hailie
I keep on tellin’ motherfuckers, bitches, in case you forgot really
I need Ja memories, jaw like strawberry or pineapple, apricot jelly
I respond rarely, but this time Shady ’bout to sound off
Like a fuckin’ cocked semi Glock, demi-god
Let me put a fucking silencer on this little non-threatening blond fairy cornball takin’ shots at me
You’re not ready, fool, break yourself like Rocksteady Crew
Obviously, I’m not gettin’ through
We can get it poppin’ like Redenbach, lettin’ off like Remy Ma
Heavy artillery, Godzilla harsh with a hard shell
With a motherfuckin’ heart bigger than Bizarre’s belly
Only time you’ll ever say I lost
You’ll be talkin’ ’bout Fetty Wap, better call Diddy
Just to try to get me off and you better hope I don’t call Trick Trick
Bitch, this shit don’t fly in our city
Punk, you don’t disrespect OGs, R.I.P. Prodigy
Sold Dre my soul and I told him
The moment he signed me that I’ll be the most hated though made it soldier
There’s no shame, it’s okay to own it
‘Cause life is a bitch, she’s a bow-legged ho
But now those days are over
I Harvey Weinstein a bathrobe hangin’ over
My code name is groper, I roleplay with lotion
I fuck the whole world then I throw away the Trojan
Olay the hoes like with home-made explosives
I blow eighty holes in you
Don’t make me go in, I OJ the flows and I’m insult to injury
Rolex to Goldman I’m [?] tryna throw in [?]
They both hate to choke and my whole plate is soakin’
And I double-edge sworded ’cause one place I poke and
I stick and I turn in a rotatin’ motion
Invisible with the pen
I’m at the pinnacle of sick individuals
Take my dick and put the tip in at minimal
I’m fuckin’ these syllables
I let them lick on my genitals
I’m a fucking invincible, indefensible, despicable difficult prick
A little bit unpredictable, I spit the formidable
That you’re bitches are fuckin’ with, the original
I consider me and Nickel identical
But not us
The only thing we have in common is I’m a dick and you suck
Otherwise one has nuttin’ to do with the other
None comes close to skunk, bug, soldier
Tongue, shrub, shoulder, one month older
Sponge, mob, colder, none, rug, hoaster
Lug, nut, coaster, lung, jug roaster
Young Thug poster, unplugged toaster
[Chorus: Eminem]
That’s how much we have in common (yeah!)
That’s how much we have in common (whoa!)
Up on this mic, when we’re on it (yeah!)
That’s how much we have in common (yeah!)
That’s how much we have in common (woo!)
That’s how much we have in common
We are not alike, there’s not alike us—
(Man, fuck this shit, let’s go)
[Verse 1]
It’s 2002, everything was totally new
We were globally huge, watchin’ sales go through the roof
We wrote and we viewed it, Runyon Avenue soldiers included
A multitude of homies who would bounce for no good excuse
We were so bulletproof—wrote, souped and soaked in our youth
Thought we was runnin’ shit ’til we lost the sole of our shoe
The death of Doody broke us in two
We were thrown for a loop, ain’t none of us know what to do
And at the time I was goin’ through my own struggles too
So I wasn’t in no condition to be coachin’ us through
Everyone tried to go solo, really nobody blew
I was hopin’ they do, so I ain’t have to shoulder the crew
The plan was put everyone in position, so that they knew
How to stand on they own, and I don’t want to open up wounds
I just noticed that oomf was gone when we go in the booth
‘Cause the truth is, the moment that Proof died, so did the group
[Pre-Chorus]
If I could leave this world behind
I could open up my eyes and walk in a straight line
Turn to the river with you
Help me leave this all behind
[Chorus]
I’ma wash away my sins
I’ma rinse away this dirt
I forgot to make amends
To all the friends I may have hurt
I better stop and say my grace
From that I pray that I don’t fall
‘Cause on the way back down I may
End up runnin’ back into them all
I never meant to use you all as my stepping stones
[Verse 2]
It was never the same, and it’s bothered me since
And the farther we drift apart, the more awkward it gets
The more time goes by, the more life happens
And we gotta be men, we got responsibilities
Plus we don’t say how we feel, and I feel like this is what got us in
The debacle we’re in, been with you guys thick and thin
But it’s almost as if sometimes we’re not even friends
Which reminded me Biz, “Rockstar” was the shit
Y’all coulda got you a hit without me on the shit
If you would’ve put D12 on it, wish I coulda did
More than try talkin’ you into comin’ up off of it
I know it wasn’t my fault, but part of it probably is
I think of all of the trips to BET
And the rappers I wish that we woulda politicked with
Maybe y’all coulda clicked and got you some features
But that’s water under the bridge
But I’m washin’ my sins in it ’til my conscience is cleansed
[Pre-Chorus]
If I could leave this world behind
I could open up my eyes and walk in a straight line
Turn to the river with you
Help me leave this all behind
[Chorus]
I’ma wash away my sins
I’ma rinse away this dirt
I forgot to make amends
To all the friends I may have hurt
I better stop and say my grace
From that I pray that I don’t fall
‘Cause on the way back down I may
End up runnin’ back into them all
I never meant to use you all as my stepping stones
[Verse 3]
Bacardi and Hen’, never thought the party would end
One minute you’re bodyin’ shit, but then your audience splits
You can already sense the climate is startin’ to shift
To these kids you no longer exist
Went from rainin’ cats and dogs in this bitch
To tiny drops, lil’ drips
And by the time your reign is over, you’ll hardly be missed
You start thinkin’ of all the artists you gift, all the carnage you left
Is this the kinda Karma you get
For turnin’ your fuckin’ back on Bizzy, Kuniva and Swift?
A Freudian slip, subconsciously, I honestly wished
I ain’t feel so much guilt and y’all didn’t harbor resentment
But it’s hard to pretend that y’all ain’t got none
I just wish I had words
[Bridge]
But I guess they’re just honored for this
To my partners, I can’t say how sorry I am
This is not how I planned for our story to end
I love all of you, men
But I just can’t be the guy
Everybody depends on for entire careers
‘Cause that’s not even fair
I will always be here, but that spark isn’t there
And I don’t know how to recapture that time and that era
I’ve tried hearkening back to, but I’m fightin’ for air
I’m barely chartin’ myself
Feels like I’m under the sink, but it was not my intent—
[Verse 4]
To treat y’all like a stepping stone
Though I ain’t left no one behind, but we been down every road
Done all we possibly can, I know we kept our hopes up
But the longer we spend livin’ this lie that we live
The less is left for closure, so let’s let this go
It’s not goodbye to our friendship, but D12 is over
[Chorus]
I’ma wash away my sins
I’ma rinse away this dirt
I forgot to make amends
To all the friends I may have hurt
I better stop and say my grace
From that I pray that I don’t fall
‘Cause on the way back down I may
End up runnin’ back into them all
I never meant to use you all as my stepping stones
I never meant to make you feel like my stepping stones
I never meant to use you all for my stepping stones
[Intro]
*Plane crashing*
Yeah, yo, I’m just gonna write down
My first thoughts, see where this takes me
’Cause I feel like I wanna punch the world in the fuckin’ face right now
Yeah!
[Verse]
Let me explain just how to make greatness
Straight out the gate, I’m ’bout to break you down
Ain’t no mistakes allowed, but make no mistake, I’m ’bout
To rape the alphabet, I may raise some brows
If I press the issue just to get the anger out (brrr)
Full magazine could take Staples out
Savage, but ain’t thinkin’ ’bout no bank account
But bitch, I’m off the chain like Kala Brown
Motherfucker, shut the fuck up when I’m talkin’, lil’ bitch
I’m sorry, wait, what’s your talent? Oh, critiquin’
My talent? Oh, bitch, I don’t know who the fuck y’all are
To give a sub-par bar, even have an opinion of you
You mention me, millions of views
Attention in news, I mention you
Lose-lose for me, win-win for you
Billions of views, your ten cents are two
Skim through the music to give shit reviews
To get clicks, but bitch, you just lit the fuse
Don’t get misconstrued, business as used
Shit-list renewed, so get shit to do
Or get dissed, ’cause I just don’t get
What the fuck half the shit is that you’re listenin’ to, do
You have any idea how much I hate this choppy flow
Everyone copies though? Probably no
Get this fuckin’ audio out my Audi, yo, adiós
I can see why people like Lil Yachty, but not me though
Not even dissin’, it just ain’t for me
All I am simply is just an MC
Maybe, “Stan” just isn’t your cup of tea
Maybe, your cup’s full of syrup and lean
Maybe, I need to stir up shit, preferably
Shake the world up if it were up to me
Paul wants me to chill, y’all want me to ill
I should eat a pill, probably, I will
Old me kill the new me, watch him bleed to death
I breathe on the mirror, I don’t see my breath
Possibly, I’m dead, I must be possessed
Like an evil spell, I’m E-V-I-L (evil, spelled)
Jam a Crest Whitestrip in the tip of my dick
With an ice pick, stick it in a vice grip
Hang it on a spike fence, bang it with a pipe wrench
While I take my ballsack and flick it like a light switch
Like vice-president Mike Pence back up on my shit in a sidekick
As I lay it on a spike strip
These are things that I’d rather do than hear you on a mic, since
Nine tenths of your rhyme is about ice, and
Jesus Christ, man, how many times is
Someone gonna fuck on my bitch?
(Fuck my side chick!) You won’t ever see Em icy
But as cold as I get on the M-I-C
I polarize shit, so the Thames might freeze
And your skull might split, like I passed you upside it
Bitch, I got the club on smash, like a nightstick (yeah)
Turn down for what?
I ain’t loud enough, nah, turn the Valium up
‘Cause I don’t know how I’m gonna get your mouths to shut
Now when it doesn’t matter what caliber
I spit at, I’ll bet a hundred thousand bucks
You’ll turn around and just be like, “Man, how the fuck
Sourpuss gonna get mad just ’cause his album sucks?
And now he wants to take it out on us.” (ooh-ooh)
But last week, an ex-fan mailed me a copy
Of “The Mathers LP” to tell me to study
It’ll help me get back to myself and she’ll love me (ooh-ooh)
I mailed the bitch back and said if I did that
I’d just be like everyone else in the fucking industry
Especially, an effing “Recovery” clone of me (didn’t I think)
So finger-bang, chicken wang, MGK, Iggy ‘zae
Lil Pump, Lil Xan imitate Lil Wayne
I should aim at everybody in the game, pick a name
I’m fed up with bein’ humble
And rumor is, I’m hungry, I’m sure you heard bumblings
I heard you wanna rumble, like an empty stomach
I heard your mumblin’, but it’s jumbled in mumbo-jumbo
The era that I’m from will pummel you, that’s what it’s comin’ to
What the fuck you’re gonna do? You run into it
I’m gonna crumble you and I’ll take a number two
And dump on you, if you ain’t Joyner
If you ain’t Kendrick or Cole, or Sean, then you’re a goner
I’m ’bout to bring it to anyone in this bitch who want it
I guess when you walk into BK, you expect a Whopper
You can order a Quarter Pounder when you go to McDonald’s
But if you’re lookin’ to get a porterhouse, you’ll better go get “Revival”
But y’all are acting like I tried to serve you up a slider
Maybe the vocals shoulda been auto-tuned, and you woulda bought it
But sayin’ I no longer got it, ’cause you missed the line and never caught it
‘Cause it went over your head, because you’re too stupid to get it
‘Cause you’re mentally retarded, but pretend to be the smartest
With your expertise and knowledge, but you’ll never be an artist
And I’m harder on myself than you could ever be, regardless
What I’ll never be is flawless, all I’ll ever be is honest
Even when I’m gone, they’re gonna say I brought it
Even when I hit my forties like a fuckin’ alcoholic
With a bottle full of malt liquor
But I couldn’t bottle this shit any longer
The fact that I know that I’ma hit my bottom
If I don’t pull myself from the jaws of defeat, and rise to my feet
I don’t see why y’all even started with me
I get impeached, my enemies die, I don’t cease fire
‘Til at least all are deceased, I’m eastside
Never be caught slippin’, now you see why
I don’t sleep, not even a wink, I don’t blink
I don’t doze off, I don’t even nod to the beats
I don’t even close my fuckin’ eyes when I sneeze
“Aw, man! That BET cypher was weak, it was garbage
The thing ain’t even orange—oh my God, that’s a reach!”
Shout to all my colorblind people
Each and everyone of y’all, if you call a fire engine green
Aquamarine, or you think water is pink
“Dawg, that’s a date.” “Looks like an olive to me.”
“Look, there’s an apple!” “No, it’s not, it’s a peach!”
So finger-bang, Pootie Tang, Burger King
Gucci Gang, dookie, dang, Charlamagne
Gonna hate anyway, doesn’t matter what I say
Give me Donkey of the Day, what a way for 2018
To get underway, but I’m gonna say everything that I wanna say
Welcome to the slaughterhouse, bitch! (yeah)
Invite ’em in like a One A Day, I’m not done (preach)
‘Cause I feel like the beast of burden
That line in the sand, was it even worth it?
‘Cause the way I see people turning’s makin’ it seem worthless
It’s startin’ to defeat the purpose
I’m watchin’ my fan base shrink to thirds
And I was just tryin’ to do the right thing, but word
Has the court of public opinion reached a verdict
Or still yet to be determined?
‘Cause I’m determined to be me, critique the worship
But if I could go back, I’d at least reword it
And say I empathize with the people this evil serpent
Sold the dream to that he’s deserted
But I think it’s workin’, these verses
Are makin’ him a wee bit nervous
And he’s too scurred to answer me with words
‘Cause he knows that he will lyrically get murdered
But I know at least he’s heard it
‘Cause Agent Orange just sent the Secret Service
To meet in person, to see if I really think of hurtin’ him
Or ask if I’m linked to terrorists
I said, “Only when it comes to ink and lyricists.”
But my beef is more media journalists
(Hold up, hold up, hold up…)
I said my beef is more meaty, a journalist
Can get a mouthful of flesh
And yes, I mean eating a penis
‘Cause they been pannin’ my album to death
So I been givin’ the media fingers
Don’t wanna turn this to a counselling sesh
But they been puttin’ me through the ringer
So I ain’t ironin’ shit out with the press
But I just took this beat to the cleaners
[Chorus: Jessie Reyez]
You’re such a nice guy, a nice guy
You’re faithful, you don’t lie
After the club, you go back home, right?
Right? Sike
[Post-Chorus: Jessie Reyez]
Suck my dick, you fuckin’ suck, man
Suck my dick, you fuckin’ suck, man
I hope that your heart get hit by a semi-truck
Suck my dick, you fuckin’ suck, man
[Verse 1: Jessie Reyez]
I hop in your whip and take a sip, then I gun it
I don’t, I don’t got much self-control, I hope that you run it
I’m bipolar with the switch up just as quick like you cummin’
I don’t, I don’t got much self-control, I hope that you run it
[Verse 2: Eminem]
I’m not a cheater, but if I’ma be accused, might as well be
You tell me you’ll take me back when hell freezes, but females be Rushin’ me outside my telly, temptation overwhelms me
Like my monthly bill from Sprint, they chargin’ me for a selfie
Chargin’ me, so I gave my hotel key
Eh, I was tryna be nice
[Chorus: Jessie Reyez & Eminem]
You’re such a nice guy, a nice guy
You’re faithful, you don’t lie
After the club, you go back home, right?
Right? Sike
[Post-Chorus: Jessie Reyez & Eminem]
Suck my dick, you fuckin’ suck, bitch
Suck my dick, you fuckin’ suck, man
I hope that your heart get hit by a semi-truck
Suck my dick, you fuckin’ suck, bitch
[Verse 3: Jessie Reyez]
I play your music while you suffer like I’m Carmichael Polar
You tied up in the basement while I chill on your sofa
La próxima yo sé que mejor me quedo sola
Estas de buenas que yo ya vendí mi pistola
[Verse 4: Eminem]
I’m an emotional wreck, weak (uh-huh), everything over-affects me (yeah)
When you joke it upsets me (yeah), you say I’m no good at sex
And you think I’m gross and unsexy (uh-huh)
I need Scope ’cause my breath stinks (yep)
You hope I choke on a Pepsi (yep)
Bitch, you was supposed to correct me! (oh)
Been textin’ you since three, I still get no fucking reply
You say you sleep alone, but yet your mattress is king size
Fuck you goin’ in those knee-high boots? Cut it out, bitch
I doubt that you’re goin’ to house sit
In that outfit, no skin-tight Levi’s
Every word that comes out your mouth’s a fucking lie
Oh, it’s spring time, time for you to have a fling like a slingshot
You say, “Don’t come over” ’cause you got pink eye
But I think I got just the thing, why
Don’t I bring my fuckin’ bat and just swing by?
[Chorus: SahBabii]
Sunny days, outside
Let’s take a ride, ride your bike
Old lady, lookin’ crazy
Talkin’ ’bout babies, we havin’ babies
Come see me baby, come meet me, baby
Pull up on me, baby, wanna have my babies
Old lady, lookin’ crazy
Talkin’ ’bout babies, we havin’ babies
[Verse 1: SahBabii]
Smokin’ cigarettes, blunts, they bigger [?]
Everyday these niggas rat, bitch, I’m speakin’ facts
Get your pussy wet, get your pussy splat
[?] get pat
Now I’m spankin’ niggas, rob a nigga with the fire, yeah
The fire, swear to God, nigga die
[?] with pat
We gon’ send his ass to the sky
Drive-by
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus: SahBabii]
Sunny days, outside
Let’s take a ride, ride your bike
Old lady, lookin’ crazy
Talkin’ ’bout babies, we havin’ babies
Come see me baby, come meet me, baby
Pull up on me, baby, wanna have my babies
Old lady, lookin’ crazy
Talkin’ ’bout babies, we havin’ babies
[Verse 2: T3]
Yeah, I like how summertime make you feel fine
I like when the wintertime make you feel fine
Past [?] always hit my line tryna steal time
I remember you couldn’t hit my line until after 9
Same time, nigga on your mind, then split your head
Lay down, get ’em on the floor put some [?]
Don’t nobody ever know what’s gonna happen, no, no
[Chorus: SahBabii]
Sunny days, outside
Let’s take a ride, ride your bike
Old lady, lookin’ crazy
Talkin’ ’bout babies, we havin’ babies
Come see me baby, come meet me, baby
Pull up on me, baby, wanna have my babies
Old lady, lookin’ crazy
Talkin’ ’bout babies, we havin’ babies
[Intro]
I wanna be your (baby)
I wanna be your (baby)
I wanna be your (baby)
I wanna be your (baby)
I wanna be your (baby)
I wanna be your (baby)
I wanna be your (baby)
I wanna be your
[Chorus: SahBabii]
I wanna be your boyfriend
I wanna be your boyfriend (yeah)
I wanna be your boyfriend
I wanna be your boyfriend (ya)
I wanna be your boyfriend
I wanna be your boyfriend (ya)
I wanna be your boyfriend
I wanna be your boyfriend
[Post-Chorus: SahBabii]
[?]
I wanna fuck in the sheets
I wanna play with that pussy cat
She wanna suck on this D
I wanna bust up in her and
Make her scream [?]
I wanna eat her Garfield and rub up on her feet
[Verse 1: SahBabii]
Man that’s [?]
Like who gon’ pop it out
Baby I’ma fuck it, yeah, raw dog
Baby I’ma cum in that [?]
Baby I’ma pop it no sawed off
Drop it like a fuckin’ hot Pop-Tart
I can’t treat it like a thot thot
Gotta bust up in her mouth like a Pop Rock
I wanna be your nigga, girl, you got me in my feelings
I can’t even lie, baby, love over millions
Money buy can’t buy love nigga, show me your love dealer
I’ma fuck her mouth and leave her teeth under the pillow
[Chorus]
I wanna be your boyfriend
I wanna be your boyfriend
I wanna be your boyfriend
I wanna be your boyfriend
I wanna be your boyfriend
I wanna be your boyfriend
I wanna be your boyfriend
I wanna be your boyfriend
[Post-Chorus: SahBabii]
[?]
I wanna fuck in the sheets
I wanna play with that pussy cat
She wanna suck on this D
I wanna bust up in her and
Make her scream [?]
I wanna eat her Garfield and rub up on her feet
[Verse 2: T3]
I wanna be your boyfriend
Play wit that pussy like play pen
Fuckin’ that bitch, she get it in
Shawty better finish
Envision this dick, I leave it in
Halloween flow, I’m treatin’
Stackin’ my candy, that’s M&M’s
No, you can’t fuck me in the Benz
Baby, tell me somethin’ I didn’t
Know before when we was friends
Skate on me like Peter Pan
Baby wanna have this dream again
God she fine, that girl is a 10
[?]
Looked in your eyes and that’s when I said
[Chorus: SahBabii]
I wanna be your boyfriend
I wanna be your boyfriend
I wanna be your boyfriend
I wanna be your boyfriend
I wanna be your boyfriend
I wanna be your boyfriend
I wanna be your boyfriend
I wanna be your boyfriend
[Post-Chorus: SahBabii]
[?]
I wanna fuck in the sheets
I wanna play with that pussy cat
She wanna suck on this D
I wanna bust up in her and
Make her scream [?]
I wanna eat her Garfield and rub up on her feet
[Outro: SahBabii]
Boyfriend
Boyfriend
Boyfriend
I wanna be your boyfriend
I wanna be your boyfriend
I wanna be your boyfriend
I wanna be your boyfriend
I wanna be your boyfriend
[TIMON, spoken]
Come on, gang! Let’s take it home!
(sung)
[ENSEMBLE]
Hakuna matata
Hakuna matata
Hakuna matata
Hakuna matata
[TIMON]
It means no worries
For the rest of your days
It’s our problem-free philosophy
Hakuna matata
[FEMALE SINGERS]
Can you feel it?
Can you feel the love tonight?
[FEMALE SINGER]
Can you feel the love tonight? (The love tonight)
The peace the evening brings (Can you feel the love tonight?)
The world for once in perfect harmony
With all its living things
[ENSEMBLE]
Oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
[SCAR]
Be prepared for the coup of a century
Be prepared for the murkiest scam (Ha-ha-ha)
Meticulous planning (Meticulous planning)
Tenacity spanning (Tenacity spanning)
Decades of denial (Decades of denial)
Is simply why I’ll (Is simply why)
Be king undisputed
Respected, saluted
And seen for the wonder I am
(Ooo-ooo-ooo)
Yes, my teeth and ambitions are bared
Be prepared!
[MALE SINGER]
Come on
Let every creature go for broke and sing (Let every creature sing)
Let’s hear it in the herd and on that wing (Let’s hear it on the wing)
It’s gonna be a super awesome thing!
Oh, I just can’t wait to be king (Just can’t wait)
You know I just can’t wait to be king (Just can’t wait)
(Oh, I just can’t wait) No, I just can’t wait
To be king!
[FEMALE SINGER]
Oh, it’s the Circle of Life
And it moves us all
Through despair and hope
Through faith and love (Love)
(‘Til we find our place) ‘Til we find our place
(On the path unwinding) Oh, on that path unwinding
(In the Circle, Circle of Life) Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
(Circle of Life!)
(In the Circle) I want to
(In the Circle) To the land in the
(In the Circle) Circle of Life
(The Circle of Life!)
(In the Circle) Come on now
(In the Circle) Take me to the
(In the Circle) That-a Circle
(The Circle of Life!) Oh-oh-oh
(The Circle of Life!) Yeah-e-ah-e-ah-e-ah-e-ah-e-ah-e-ah
(The Circle of Life!)
[MALE SINGER]
And it moves us all (Circle, Circle of Life)
[FEMALE SINGER]
Through despair and hope (Circle, Circle of Life)
[MALE SINGER]
‘Til we find our place (Circle, Circle of Life)
[FEMALE SINGER]
On that path unwinding
[ENSEMBLE]
In the Circle (Oh yeah-ea-h)
In the Circle (Oh-oh-oh)
In the Circle (Yeah-ea-h)
The Circle of Life
Circle of… Life!
[Intro]
Ahaha niggas love turning this shit ol’ switcheroo-ass, bitch made motherfuckers, just be friends
Outlaw nigga, Westside, throw it up, get it up (never thought it would come through)
Hahaha.. used to had love for ’em, why you turnin’ on me?
Why me? Yeah nigga westside, how you do it boy?
[Verse 1]
I went from, nothin’ to somethin’ now they all wanna see me fallin’
And the player haters hate to see a thug nigga ballin’
They say we hate the East coast, but that’s funny
Got a lot of love for, any nigga gettin’ money
I made a song about my enemies and niggas tripped
It was hip-hop until 2Pac fucked Biggie bitch
Y’all niggas hypocrites and bitch made
Now either love me or hate me but real thug niggas get paid
Have me catchin’ cases all across the nation
I went from jail to bail to barely on probation
They got a player facin’ three strikes
And we might, just blast God bless the child, that can get cash
But all these niggas turnin’ and never learn
Got a long line of niggas player hatin’ me but gettin’ burned
Talk a lot of shit but you’s a trick in drag
Like the MAC make you fall back and stick yo’ ass for back stab
[Chorus]
Never thought it would come through
Used to had love for ’em, but now they turnin’ on me?
Why me?
Why y’all trippin’?
Heheha
Used to had love for ’em, but now they turnin’ on me?
Why me?
[Verse 2]
It, started so innocent, but ended in the fifth precinct
Although two juvenile delinquents, we still decent
Playin’ catch and kiss, used to diss the herbs
Fuck school we was skippin’ drink a fifth on the curb
Me and you, no closer two, while drinkin’ brew
What you need nigga? Anything at all come to me nigga
You can wear my clothes and my gold for the hoes
Gave you the keys to the jeep, offered my home as an open door
But then you picked a new direction, in the blink of an eye
My time away just made perfection, did you think I’d die?
I never got a single visit yet I carry on
All my old friends too busy now my money gone
Said I got raped in jail, picture that? {*laughter*}
Revenge is a payback bitch, get your gat
Fuck Wendy Williams and I pray you choke (fuck you, you fat bitch)
On the next dick down your throat
For turnin’ on me
[Chorus]
Used to had love for ’em, but now they turnin’ on me?
Why me?
Fat bitch can’t fuck with me
It’s Thug life biaatch
I used to had love for ’em, but now they turnin’ on me?
Why me?
[Outro]
I fuck around and put a hit on your fat ass
I put Jenny Craig on your fat ass, you fat troll
Anybody ever seen Wendy Williams fat ass?
Why you always wearin’ spandex, you fat bitch?
I know your pussy stinks, you fat ho’
I’m puttin’ Jenny Craig on you bitch
I’m about to put a twenty-thousand dollar, hit
Through Jenny Craig to come find yo’ ass
And put you in a fat farm, you fat bitch!
Thug Life, Outlaw, Westside bitch
It’s 2Pac so you know who said it
And for everybody who didn’t like what I said about that other trick
And Mobb Deep, fuck you too nigga!
If a nigga didn’t want to get talked about
He shouldn’ta stepped in the fuckin’ ring
If Tyson don’t want to get knocked out
He don’t step in the fuckin’ ring, that’s how the shit go
When Tyson get in the ring, he knock motherfuckers out!
Well that’s what 2Pac gon’ do
When niggas come against me, I’ma knock they punk ass out!
One way or the motherfuckin’ other
This old motherfuckin’ nigga in the South told me nigga
It’s more than one way to skin a cat
It’s more than one way to shoot a gat
It’s more than one way to die nigga
When I’m through, everybody cry nigga
This is how we do it
Why y’all turnin’ on me? Why me?
[Intro: will.i.am]
On and on, on and on, on and on
On and on, on and on, on and on
On and on, on and on, on and on, on and on
Yup
[Chorus: will.i.am]
It goes on and on and on
All around the clock
3-6-5 til’ a new year drop
To the, tick-tock yah don’t stop
It goes on and on and on
All around the clock
3-6-5 til’ a new year drop
To the, tick-tock gyah don’t stop
To the, tick-tock gyah don’t stop
We keep it constant
Constant, constant (gyah don’t stop)
Constant (gyah don’t stop)
[Verse 1: apl.de.ap]
We be throwing down like Muhamaad
Niggas don’t be knwoing, rip and fliyin’ like commist
Stick with the tongue without the mouth vomit
Master the osng, we be writing these comics
Been a spirits, spiritual walfare
Spread the love, nothern and southern hemisphere
Like a beast talk it out of these stratosphere
We made it to the top and live on a prayer
Nation to nation, good vibration
Underground sound hit the whole population
Check the demonstration coming from the peace
Moving high velocity, no time to freeze
(music, please)
[Chorus: will.i.am]
It goes on and on and on
All around the clock
2-4-7 like the hand on a watch
To the, tick-tock gyah don’t stop
It goes on and on and on
All around the clock
3-6-5 til’ a new year drop
To the, tick-tock gyah don’t stop
To the, tick-tock yah don’t stop
We keep it constant
Constant, constant (gyah don’t stop)
Constant (gyah don’t stop)
[Verse 2: Taboo]
My job is to take it to the next
I’ma move it to the supermarket, keep it complex
Spritually, mentally, we were connect
We do it intentianally for progress
First is the love, gotta spread the love effect
Second is the mind, gotta feed ’em intellect
Third is the body, gotta treat it with repect
‘Cause you don’t wanna be the ghost, be the spirit? Yes
One love, one tribe, staying colorblind
Inspired by Apple ’cause he’s really colorblind
We keep it on the positive ’cause it is hard to find
We keep it on the positive ’cause it is hard to find
We keep it constant
Constant (gyah don’t, gyah don’t stop), constant (gyah don’t stop)
Constant we go on and on and on
All around the clock
2-4-7 like the hand on a watch
To the, tick-tock gyah don’t stop
We go on and on and on
All around the clock
3-6-5 til’ a new year drop
[Hook: will.i.am]
We keep it constant, constant, constant , constant, constant
We keep it constant, constant
Constant (gyah don’t stop)
[Verse 3: will.i.am]
Bring the tracks out, bring the bless out
I go co-trained with my sax out
Let’s go soul train, let’s go black out
Turn that bass up, let’s go max out
Brint the drums out, bring the beats out
Bring the mic out so we can speak out
When it’s lights out, we go freak out
I got freezed out so they can seize out
My check one-two I bring the heat out
I’m givin’ you somin’ new, somin’ to tweet about
Don’t be upset when bep out
Ain’t no quartaq, it just three out
Here’s the trio, one amigo, philapino, and a negro
Round the globe that’s just how we go
Ain’t no stopiing, ain’t no ego
[Bridge: Slick Rick]
Boy, you got it girl, caught me on fire
On and on and on and on and on
Boy you got it girl, takin’ me higher
Going, going, going, going, going
Boy, you got it girl, girl, giril
Girl, girl, girl
Boy you got it girl, feel the inspire
And I don’t wanna stop it if it’s wrong
[Chorus: will.i.am]
Gyah don’t stop
Constant, constant, constant
We keep it constant (gyah don’t), constant (stop), constant, constant
We keep it constant (gyah don’t stop), constant, constant, constant
We keep it constant (gyah don’t), constant (gyah don’t)
Gyah don’t stop
[Intro: Tee Grizzly]
If there ain’t no bag involved, If there ain’t no bag involved
PnB to the D, Grizzly gang, ride with us
DJ on the beat with some bangers!
[Verse 1: Tee Grizzly]
I’m not gon’ talk to you for long if there ain’t no bag involved
I don’t indulge with the [?], go get the man in charge
You don’t want this Glock to line you up, it’ll push you back too far
My shooter’s Queen Latifah, they’ll set it of(brrrrrahh)
Hundred point and my car is large, we so ahead of y’all(can’t touch)
We got more bread than y’all(broke bitch)
Your bitch, we share her dawg(ho bitch)
These bitches scared of y’all(they scared of you niggas man)
They know you gon’ tell it all(gospel ass niggas shut the f**k up)
No cap(No cap), No rap(no rap)
I can stand on a bentley(stand on a skrrt)
I own dat(I own dat)
You f**kin’ with snitches(f**kin’ with rats)
Cold rats(cold rats)
Y’all niggas want smoke(nigga want smoke)
Blow dat(blow dat)
[Verse 2: PnB Rock]
I ain’t takin’ no pictures, free Kodak(free dat nigga)
Ridin’ ’round wit a stick(brrr)
You know dat(you know dat shit)
Nigga got my name in his mouth(huh), you toe tag(brrr)
F**k around might run in you house, where your ho at?
I was just eatin’ them noodles, now I’m eatin’ that caviar
Ridin’ ’round in the fastest cars, Instagram hoes, I smash ’em all
These niggas broke, we laugh at y’all(haha)
Now you havin’ no cash at all(broke)
Niggas just be actin’ hard, I’mma wind up smackin’ y’all(bitch)
[Verse 3: Tee Grizzley]
Which one of your niggas hoes(your niggas hoes)
I’mma go at(I’mma go at), ha your mans got dropped
Where his hoe ass?(yeah)
Right f**k these niggas, they ain’t get no pass
And f**k these bitches, they broke ass
You can’t make it out Detroit ‘less you play basketball
If the ops listenin’ just know we keepin’ tabs on y’all, huh
We call y’all black ice ’cause we always slidin’ on y’all
Nigga this chop run outta bullets, I’mma put the .45 on y’all
[Verse 4: PnB Rock]
You must wanna die, f**kin’ with me and my gang
Niggas gon’ slide if you’re missin’ my name(gang)
Don’t come outside(come outside), ‘less you want feel that flame
Lil’ nigga better stay in your lane ‘fore [?] get changed
Won’t make it out Philly unless you a rapper dawg, unless you a trapper dawg, still might leave in a casket dawg
And that’s the saddest part
Niggas ridin’ ’round with dracos, [?]in’ from the ops and the [?]
I can’t even trust my main ho, damn
[Outro: Tee Grizzley & PnB Rock]
You can’t make it out Detroit ‘less you play basketball
If thee ops listenin’ just know we keepin’ tabs on y’all, huh
Won’t make it out Philly unless you a rapper dawg, unless you a trapper dawg, still might leave in a casket dawg
And that’s the saddest part
[Intro]
(Made for me)
(You were made for me)
[Verse 1]
A fish was made to swim in the ocean
A boat was made to sail on the sea
As sure as there are stars above
I know, I know you were made for me
You were made for me
[Verse 2]
A grape was made to grow on a vine
An apple was made to grow on a tree
As sure as there are stars above
I know, I know you were made for me, mmhmm
[Chorus]
We’ll have our quarrels and you’ll upset me
But what can I do? Mmm
You’ve been mine ever since I met you
And I’ll never leave you
No, I’ll never leave you
[Verse 3]
As sure as there’s a heaven up above me
From you I know I’ll never be free
As sure as there are stars above
I know, I know you were made for me
[Verse 1]
(A fish was made to swim in the ocean)
A fish was made to swim in the ocean
(A boat was made to sail on the sea)
A boat was made to sail on the sea
As sure as there are stars above
I know, I know you were made for me
(You were made for me)
You were made for me
[Verse 2]
(A grape was made to grow on a vine)
A grape was made to grow on a vine
(An apple was made to grow on a tree)
An apple, an apple was made to grow on a tree
As sure as there are stars above
I know, I know you were made for me
[Chorus]
We’ll have our quarrels, and you’ll upset me
But what can I do?
(Baby, what I can do?)
Mmm, you’ve been mine ever since I met you
And I’ll never, never, never, never
Never leave you
[Verse 3]
As sure as there’s a heaven up above me
From you I know I’ll never be free, no, no
As sure as there are stars above
I know, I know you were made for me, mmhmm
[Intro]
[?]
Danny, I see you
[Chorus: Yung Bans & Killy]
Ayy, kickin’ back it’ been a long day
I ain’t beefin’ with no, no names
I been stayin’ in my own lane
Saw the strips up like a crochet
Yeah
Bitch, I’m the shit and I know it
Bitch, I’m the shit and I know it
Bitch, I’m the shit and I know it
Bitch, I’m the shit and I know it
Bitch, I’m the shit and I know it
Bitch, I’m the shit and I know it
These niggas hate like fluid
Big Glock, this not a toy
[Verse 1: Yung Bans]
I can’t change for the fame
Look at my wrist, look at my chain
Get off my dick, groupy bitches, I came in the game
Fucking with this young hoe, she look like she tryna have a claim
Suck my dick so good, I swear I never made a sin
Fuck your lil hoe, so easy peasy
Lemon squeezy
Fuck in that Rolls, with that greasy, greasy
Hit a nigga up, no meet and greet
All my young niggas need Jesus
These Off-White, ain’t no Yeezy
Fuck a nigga momma I pushed it in
Off too many drugs I’m over lean
Off too many drugs I’m over lean
Yeah, over lean
Off too many drugs I’m over lean, over lean
Off too many drugs I’m over lean, over lean
[Chorus: Yung Bans & Killy]
Ayy, kickin’ back it’ been a long day
I ain’t beefin’ with no, no names
I been stayin’ in my own lane
Saw the strips up like a crochet
Bitch, I’m the shit and I know it
Bitch, I’m the shit and I know it
Bitch, I’m the shit and I know it
Bitch, I’m the shit and I know it
Bitch, I’m the shit and I know it
Bitch, I’m the shit and I know it
[Verse 2: KILLY]
I can’t beef with a no name
I can’t speak, I’m tellin’ no names
My bitch freaky like Cirque du Soleil
My whip geekin’, I might crash it today
I don’t give a shit, I’m the shit (lit)
Hide behind the tint
On the hit, brick, with the [?]
Been the longest of days
Tires screeching, I skrrt off in my own lane
[Chorus: Yung Bans]
Ayy, kickin’ back it’ been a long day
I ain’t beefin’ with no, no names
I been stayin’ in my own lane
Saw the strips up like a crochet
[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
[Verse]
They say they want the old Logic
The one that flow like a faucet
I’m still the same me
They just don’t believe it like they agnostic
If I spit over the boom bap they perceive it as nostalgic
But the truth is my subject matter is still the same
Production selection is still flame
But they love you on the come-up ’cause you ain’t tainted by fame
And you still they little secret
That’s the type of bullshit that they frequent
From 19 to 2019, been murdering this shit for a decade
From the boom bap to the trap, let my style cascade
Listen, listen, yeah
What’s the dealy? Pass the Philly
Get silly, that’s on the really
We snappin’ like Uma Thurman in Kill Bill, I’m talking Achilles
Try to play me like I ain’t me but I provided all the deets
Who you know worth $50 million still rapping on breakbeats?
From Nasty Nas, Big L, Tribe, the Roots, and many more
Of course, we could never forget Biggie and Young Shakur
Fuck the police
No, we ain’t fucking with our pastor
I’m the bastard that mastered the flow, said it once before for sure
While 6ix produce hits from the soul, you already know
Visualising and realising my life is fucking crazy
Poppin’ like Jay-Z
Dirty dancing on the game like Swayze
I’m one of the illest, and bitch, I’ve been ready to kill this, it’s so amazing
Bitch, I’ve been blazing, I’m talking grass, I ain’t talking grazing
Latest shit the tape while I sip scotch
Let the haters kick rocks
My flow is tip-top; I never flip flop, why?
‘Cause my soul too strong
Did this all on my own ’cause waiting took too long
The flow sophisticated
All these youngins do is whine like they inebriated
I’m hated, but yeah, that’s how you know I made it
I’m one of the illest, I’m one of the realest
I’m ready to kill this ’til people they feel this
Me and my team made millions but you know we still us
Yeah, they wanna kill us but they all feel us
RattPack real all the time, we never phony
I’m single-handedly running the game like a Sony
While the rest of these rappers is acting
Pass ’em the Tony, pass ’em the Oscar
From the new school rappers, Logic’s the illest on the roster
Smoke like a rasta
Black and white like Bob Marley, yeah, like Bob Marley
These racist motherfuckers hate that last line
Probably haters on the internet ain’t got nothing to bargain
Said I’d never make it, bitch, I just sold out the Garden
Sinatra
[Outro]
Young Sinatra IV, the album
September 28th
Bringing that boom bap back for the RattPack
[Chorus]
Boy, you got me freaking out
You got me spinning round tonight
Round, and round, and round, round
Boy, it’s like a rodeo
We’re on a rollercoaster ride
Round, and round, and round, round
[Verse 1]
Blew up like dynamite
Second you caught my eye
You’re replaying
On my mind, on my mind 24/7 for you
Say goodbye, say goodbye, but I’m still dreamin’ ’bout you
[Pre-Chorus 1]
Sitting here, I’m checking my phone
My friends all think I’m crazy
Wondering, anticipating, do you feel the same?
If we both stop playing it cool this shit could be amazing
Let’s get out of here, and we could make it real
[Chorus]
Boy, you got me freaking out
You got me spinning round tonight
Round, and round, and round, round
Boy, it’s like a rodeo
We’re on a rollercoaster ride
Round, and round, and round, round
[Drop]
You got me round, and round, and round, round, oh
You got me round, and round, and round, round, oh
[Verse 2]
You were so beautiful
Standing there on your own
Got that connection
Butterflies, butterflies, I got these feelings for you
If I die, if I die, I’ll still be dreamin’ of you
[Pre-Chorus 2]
Hanging here with you on my arm, I got the sweetest candy
Confident and serious, I know you feel the same
Don’t need to be playing it cool ’cause this shit is amazing
Sign your name right here
Baby, let’s seal the deal
[Chorus]
Boy, you got me freaking out
You got me spinning round tonight
Round, and round, and round, round
Boy, it’s like a rodeo
We’re on a rollercoaster ride
Round, and round, and round, round
[Drop]
You got me round, and round, and round, round, oh
(Yeah, yeah) You got me round, and round, and round, round, oh
(Round, and round, and round, and round, round, and round, and round)
Round, and round, and round
(Round, and round, and round, and round, round, and round, and round…)
You got me
(Round, and round, and round, and round, round, and round, and round…)
[Chorus]
Boy, you got me freaking out
You got me spinning round tonight
Round, and round, and round, round
Boy, it’s like a rodeo
We’re on a rollercoaster ride
Round, and round, and round, round
[Drop]
You got me round, and round, and round, round, oh
You got me round, and round, and round, ooh-ooh
(Yeah, yeah) You got me round, and round, and round, round, oh
(Round, and round, and round, and round, round, and round, and round…)
You got me round, and round, and round, ooh-ooh
[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Mic Check
[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Chickens in the trunk, I’m on the highway
Music playin’, phone on vibrate
Hoody followin’ me, that’s my big dog
Just in case some shit kick off, I got my big dog
Wifey callin’ me, I answer, “Hi bae”
I said, “I’m joogin right now,” she said, “Ok, I’ll pray”
“You know I hate talkin’ and drivin’ on the highway”
“I love you”
“I love you too”
“Okay, bye bae”
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I’m goin’ up, on a Sunday
I’m in [?] niggas with the “what” face
And all the niggas that I’m with, they bout that gun play
And all the bitches that I’m with ain’t bout to foreplay
And all the niggas that I’m with, they in the drug trade
And all the chickens that we get, they come from Josè
A hundred dollars for a chopper, that’s a throw away
Oh shit, lil mama she did sallow all my proteges
I’m on the highway to heaven, highway to heaven
Birds in the trunk, let ’em fly away to heaven
Highway to heaven, you just got a message
O-M-W, we gettin’ off at your exit
I got
[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Chickens in the trunk, I’m on the highway
My passenger is on parole and he can’t violate
We watchin’ out for all these snitches with that spygate
And all these thirsty bitches, I let ’em dehydrate
Yes Lord
Wifey callin’ me, I answer, “Hi bae”
I said, “I’m joogin right now,” she said, “Ok, I’ll pray”
I said, “I’ll be back soon, and call my goons if I’m late”
“I love you”
“I love you too”
“Okay, bye bae”
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Chickens in the trunk, I’m on the freeway
Wifey just text a nigga, “Be safe”
Chain on my neck look like a King K
Bettin’ a hundred K on Green Bay
Okay, I’m murderin’ this motherfuckin’ freeway
You can get murdered on the mornin’ of your b-day
I pulled the [?] out this mornin’, made the streets pay
My Benz and my Wraith startin’ to feel betrayed
The feds stingin’ like a motherfuckin’ stingray
The money old, dead presidents startin’ to decay
The money comin’ right back, it’s on replay
I’m bout to have some D’ussé with my filet
Yes Lord
[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Chickens in the trunk, I’m on the highway
Tunechi playin’, phone on vibrate
Ya, Hoody followin’ me, that’s my big dog
Just in case some shit start, I got my big dog
Wifey callin’ me, I answer, “Hi bae”
I said, “I’m joogin right now,” she said, “Ok, I’ll pray”
“You know I hate talkin’ and drivin’ on the highway”
“I love you”
“I love you too”
“Okay, bye bae”
[Bridge: Lil Wayne]
I got Hoody followin’ me, that’s my big dog
Just in case it kick off, I got my big dog
[Verse 3: HoodyBaby/ *Lil Wayne*]
The birds touchdown, bitch, I’m jumpin’ on the highway
Comin’ straight to ya, I’ve been waitin’ for like five days
*Like five days*
I’m HoodyBaby, you can call me crazy
*Call me crazy*
I treat my plug just like [?]
Love, I gotta ball, move the work in Ferraris
Nothin’ in my trunk, police officer, I’m sorry
Haha
Today was a good day
*Why?*
I got a hood full of good yay
Now I’m in the hood, with a hood full of good yay
Meetings in my mansion just the villas in the [?]
Gotta plug on white yay, I can get you ten yay
For the right price, I can even get you Kanye
*I got*
[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Chickens in the trunk, I’m on the highway
Ya, invisible as fuck, I’m in the Hyundai
Ya, the chick I’m with, her trunk look like Beyonce’s
If she stay down, she gon’ be pickin’ up some bridesmaids
Yes Lord
Hit it to the [?] and get her my way
Lord knows when I open this trunk them thing gon’ fly away
Wifey know I hate talkin’ and drivin’ on the highway
“I love you”
“I love you too”
“Okay, bye bae”
[Bridge: Lil Wayne]
Highway to heaven, highway to heaven
Birds in the trunk, we let ’em fly away to heaven
Highway to heaven, highway to heaven
Birds in the trunk, we let ’em fly away to heaven
Got some birds in the trunk, and we drive to wherever
O-M-W, we gettin’ off at your exit
I got
[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Chickens in the trunk, I’m on the highway
I got Jeezy playin’, phone on vibrate
Ya, [?] with me, that my big dog
Just in case some shit kick off, I got my big dog
Wifey callin’ me, I answer, “Hi bae”
I say, “I’m joogin right now,” she say, “Ok, I’ll pray”
“You know I gotta pay attention on this highway”
“I love you”
“I love you too”
“Okay, bye bae”
[Outro: Lil Wayne]
Mula
[Intro]
Well I sbet ya
Well I bet ya
Well I bet ya
Well I bet…
[Verse 1]
Ali’s jabbin’ them shit feel like hooks
The less you got stuffed in your pocket books
The more these policies just sound like crooks
They give me sloppy looks
They gave us nothing, had to hustle same way coffee cook
Early morning grind trying to help these niggas wake up
Etch A Sketch flows, I got the shit to shake up
Niggas switching clothes
Niggas even switch their face up
But these clowns could never really switch their make up
Family’s in your genes
Fuck is that, Mesquite?
My triple beam onto bigger schemes
I’m on these waves
Don’t expect a hand clap cause you swim upstream
I’m expecting sand traps, I be in the green
If we talking green backs I’m back in the black
Been having the formula since Similac
Delicate flows under heavy metal bars but they’re still intact
What’s a nigga to do?
When you call the police but the trigger’s on you
Shit crazy man
[Chorus]
What’s a nigga to do?
Cause I be streaming black they’ll beat me to blue
Put it on TV then tell you what’s true
What’s a nigga to do?
What’s a nigga to do?
When you call the police but the trigger’s on you
[Verse 2]
Pull up on ’em shining CeCe Winans with the C notes
Redefining everything the black man denotes
I could devote time
How many times have we rewrote lines to get it perfect
Miss me with inertia I’m on dirt
You gon’ need assumptions, almost certain
My assertion we gon’ see if you got gumption
We gon’ see if you gon’ play it smart or you gon’ be on dumb shit
Wrong answer, we go dumb shit
Slow you up on some speed bump shit
On some ski jump shit
I’m taking flight cause all my flows cold
Setting bars, no [?]
I never blow smoke unless it’s unleaded
I guess you won’t know my worst
No unedited stress
Go on wax, I mean
[Chorus]
What’s a nigga to do?
When you tell ’em who you is and they be like “Who?”
What’s a nigga to do?
Yeah, what’s a nigga to do?
Cause I be streaming black they’ll beat me to blue
Put it on TV then tell you what’s true
What’s a nigga to do?
What’s a nigga to do?
[Verse 1]
I’ll keep wearing these running shoes ’til I’m all worn out
And they’re no use to me
No use to me
Gunning for a peace from this abuse
‘Cause I’m all tired out and I’m no use to you
No use to you
[Pre-Chorus]
And there’s no rest for the wicked
So I’m screaming and I’m kicking to sleep
To sleep
The beliefs they’re instilling
On the boys, on the children
On me, on me
[Chorus]
I’ve been running, I’ve been running for a while
For a while
I’ve been running, I’ve been running for a while
For a while
[Post-Chorus]
These running shoes weigh me down
These running shoes are wearing out
This running
[Verse 2]
Carved his name in the carpet
Right where I spent all of my sleepless nights in that room
In that room
Can’t get his face out of my mind
And God knows that I’ve tried and tried for you
[Pre-Chorus]
And there’s no rest for the wicked
So I’m screaming and I’m kicking to sleep
To sleep
The beliefs they’re instilling
On the boys, on the children
On me, on me
[Chorus]
I’ve been running, I’ve been running for a while
(Running, running)
For a while
(Running, running)
I’ve been running, I’ve been running for a while
(Running, running)
For a while
(Running, running)
[Post-Chorus]
These running shoes weigh me down
These running shoes are wearing out
This running
(Running, running)
(Running, running)
These running shoes weigh me down
These running shoes are wearing out
This running
(Running, running)
(Running, running)
[Bridge]
Love in America got me down
Try to take off running but hit the ground
[Outro]
These running shoes weigh me down
(I’ve been running, I’ve been running for a while)
These running shoes are wearing out
This running
These running shoes weigh me down
(I’ve been running, I’ve been running for a while)
These running shoes are wearing out
This running
These running shoes weigh me down
Baby
I’ma find a way
Try hard each day
To get with you
And boy, you know
That you think of me
There are possibilities
For you and me
I thought that I’m just ‘best friend’
But now we’ve changed
And it’s obvious, oh
And you know this, oh
You know I want you, sweet baby
Baby, you can give me a chance
And you could be my man
My baby
Baby
I’ma find a way
Try hard each day
To get with you
And boy, you know
That you think of me
There are possibilities
For you and me
My mission’s clear
I want you here by my side
Feel my desire
Oh, give me your reply
I’m gonna get you to notice me, oh
Whatever it takes me, to you
Baby, I’ll do, oh
Baby
I’ma find a way
Try hard each day
To get with you
And boy, you know
That you think of me
There are possibilities
For you and me
I can’t let go
I can’t let go
Of all these feelings for you
You can only see just how I’m feeling
Understand it, what I feel with you
I don’t wanna ditch
All that we have
‘Cause you’re a loving lover I’ve never had
Oh no
Baby
I’ma find a way
Try hard each day
To get with you
And boy, you know
That you think of me
There are possibilities
For you and me
Baby
I’ma find a way
Try hard each day
To get with you
And boy, you know
That you think of me
There are possibilities
For you and me
Baby
I’ma find a way
Try hard each day
To get with you
And boy, you know
That you think of me
There are possibilities
For you and me
Baby
I’ma find a way
Try hard each day
To get with you
And boy, you know
That you think of me
There are possibilities
For you and me
My baby
