[Intro]
Ristre Vox on the speakers

[Hook]
Yeah! Fuck rap »
Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic
And I had it
Nigga ready for anybody to buss back
Hol up, catch a vibe, nigga pull up with a fire ain't nobody leave alive sippin' suicide
Fuck that
Kevin hella villainous, he killin' this
I'm comin' for your man and the lady and even the baby
I'm feelin' like I'm, chika-chika-chika-chika-chika-chiii
Slim shady

[Verse 1]
When I tell you I got business to handle I gotta handle it.. No
Study histology with a candle lit
Patty cake, Saturday
Daddy used to play with my sis and
I would get angry and shit
Depressed child like blanket, they don't understand it
Look at Mike Jack with kid in his hands and
Over the press with a little white blanket..
Shower that baby with bad press
That was me
The line was a bad stretch
Stretch marks - talking bout the ones you could access
I'm mad flex
So fuckin' with me and me and me is.. crediting bad sex
(For real)
I am exceeding the barrier
Had to put weed to this character
So twelve on my wall like a calendar
And I need a lawyer, no manager
Ion't give a fuck about a cosine anymore
Nigga isn't looking at me both-eyed anymore
They don' wanna see me on ten, had to let it go
They just wanna see me get eight like a cannibal
VW polo, oh no, the golf hoe
Total the whole show, compost the auto
Kaleidoscope vision
Mine falls within it, I tote the scrimmage, Bibles and business like I chose to witness
How does a rapper get out of the slums
Always a scour when I talk to my mum
She said I shouldn't be rappin at all
And dad said it different I had to be strong
So I'm spending the money you sent for the food on my studio time
Cause I'll eat when I'm good
I drop a bottle of Kremlin, ain't dropping school
Ooh no!
New wave, new wave nigga catch tide you gone lose way
We ain't all bad, I'm this hard I ain't even made it
Sing me a new melody off a good blunt pushing daisies
You need a feature that's major
Hop on a feature I break ya
(Cole world)

[Hook]
Yeah! Fuck rap »
Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic
And I had it
Nigga ready for anybody to buss back
Hol up, catch a vibe, nigga pull up with a fire ain't nobody leave alive sippin' suicide
Fuck that
Kevin hella villainous, he killin' this
I'm comin' for your man and the lady and even the baby
I'm feelin' like I'm, chika-chika-chika-chika-chika-chiii
Slim shady

[Verse 2]
Boy, i told you we could never be similar take a seat
Ya looking pitiful, deplorable, read it as i been seein'
Niggas pivotal, bipolar and ready to make a scene
Taking shots at me in different dialect, Portuguese, well
Everybody hate that I'm doing this
But they knew it, I was banging out to Ludacris
I was 3 feet 3 doing music 'cause
I never really talk about my feeling 'less I'm doing this
Coulda dissed anybody bashing my
Influences
Who is this?
Why you got a problem with the newest kid?
Full of it
Shawty imma love you till we do it then
Pull you in, let you raise a baby I won't do ya rent
And niggas castigated
I delayed when I had chance to play with
Massive names and I could still scratch the days when passive A-list OG rappers paid me
I literally had to do that to stay in charge or lose while I rewrap the cadence
Had the blatant relapse on O-H
Still drink a couple fucking milis of old tree
And the world got a belly ring
And life is bitch we be renting it
And love is a 4 letter word, so is fuck and I don't really mean it when I mention them
Indie is independent, I'm killing it
In the Fendi, i'm cynic as niggas in every city cous'
Effervescent I'm filling up
Told the bitch i ain't feeling her
Fuck again i don't feel enough, giving dick i ain't giving up
Told my niggas i did it but... think they give it up
Been a bit since a pity fuck
Look, am slipping my shit in a place where niggas is living up
Shit's creek, the jig is up (ooh) Kevin ridiculous
Enough about that
The fucker gone rap and pull up with his mother to back him up on the stand
I really had a cup on a lapse, i'm drunk and relaxed
Nigga better run or get capped
A fucking disaster
Then we put your tongue in your bag, don't come with a mask
Someone seen me run in the back the gun'll relax
And then I follow up and I crack a skull into half
A nigga called a cop on the gang
Now fucking relax..
Spread a lil' weed on the corpses
They'll describe me at they office
I'mma take a pack to the back room
They gone let me off with a warning
I remember Vespers died on the spot
How the fuck you tell me to rely on the cops
Got frustrated when I write for a spot
Nasty wouldn't ever lemme die like his locks
On God

[Outro]
Everything is going to die