Like Adele said after some bad Chinese one night
This the dirtiest shit I ever made in my life

Apple a day keep the doctor away
But no on told that to Steve Jobs! Hey!
Like trailer trash that ain't got the money to waste
It's going down like pregnant peggy in a local stair case
I can't stop, songs backed up in heavy stock
Which means I got more hot 16s than R Kelly got
And what not, nobody fucking with me, hells locked!
And my ass tighter than the biggest guys in the cell block
Cuz ock
Where I'm from they walk up with a gun
And ask for "what's in your wallet" Like Capitol One
So if you come around looking for funds, trying to sell your blow
You'll lose all your weight, then die, Anna Nicole!
But yo
My bitch on my other bitch, right?
Both got fur in they mouth, uh, legal dog fight?
I slide out, hit them with the white out
They never saw it coming like a black man in the White House
Time out!
Telling all her friends when we smash
"He touched me right there"
But she ain't never been to Neverland Ranch
Think you bad you don't stand a chance
Four Five'll have the hardest motherfucker do the Carlton Dance
I'm never tender
Even if my weapon's a feather
My temper dismember contenders
From their heads to their centre
Get hot quicker than nuked dinners, I'm shining like shoe spitters
I *loogie spit* colder than flu shivers
Heh
And I'm jamming like a full printer
Legit sicker than shit, you might
Just get up out of pool skimmer
Simmer
And let me Brain thinky
I'm "trying to take over the world", right Pinky?
(Yeah Brain!)
Like a bully at an arcade said
All you motherfuckers go give me some cred!
I want the game like a fat man newbie
I'mma go in and kill it like a Colorado at a Batman movie
Truly
Tell scientist at shows I get
Black and white holes gravitating towards my dick
And they say I'm like Martin Luther the way I preach it
Cause after I bang, they speechless
Probably shouldn't have said that
But I lost the receipt, too late to take it back
Fuck it the public loves it
I tried to be a Justin Bieber fan but I just couldn't cut it
Guess it's not important
But bitches can't forget me, I'm like their first abortion
I bought all I could 'afford n' cause it was 'foreign'
Weed stronger than the room that the Hulk got 'stored in'
Dive boarding, scoring bitches, they can't get like "Dog Gone It"
Got a huge to do list, no chores on it
She says lick it, I say "I don't know you freak!"
She say "I did it for you"
Yeah, but everybody knows me
My music stays loud, bad neighbour
Plus I only drop killers, gas chamber
Hungry as bear attacks, growling on tracks
I'll say something about your mother and I'll never take it back
In fact
She on her period, still wanted bed rock
Told her I got Netflix, can't fuck with the Red-Box
Then she said something that urked me
She said she'd die if she fucked Eminem
I called her Brittany Murphy
They be like "Who that be?"
Then I be like "Uh, that be me?"
The guy that's always on some grass like some dog pee
Then get 'graphic' show you 'plastic' and get busy on your 'asses'
Then you slaughtered by 'masses' like a king who upped the 'taxes'
Cause I'm
Cocky and rude, I spot you, pursue
Body your dude, I grab more shells and then I body you too
The shotty'll a do, a crop of your crew, you stop breathing
Then I go home craving sloppy joes for some reason
I got some girls that I'm poking
But I ain't fucking with y'all assholes, I ain't Frank Ocean
I 'refuse' to 'lose' when I'm 'infused' with 'booze'
And you ain't going no where Katie Holmes
I'm a Tom 'Cruise'
So this, is nothing to be compared to
I'm higher, than a Lady Gaga hair do
Then pretend that she standing on a chair too
My shit sweeter than Winnie the Bear poop!
I get away with murder every track no fiddlin'
They say I'm off the hook like Zimmerman
I'm a killer man
Fill them in!
It's not a music metaphor, I'm more than a monster
Mainly moulded murder murking minded made mobster
Bet I barry bonds bat batter bitch boxers
Then block, bury, burn or bring your body to a box-car
Yeah man!
And look what down fans make
No shocker I'm buzzing, clown hand shake
I can't thank the weed, got the damn stank
I'm stuck in the attic a couple of weeks, that's Anne Frank
And I, regret giving this blazing a try
Cause I'm so high I feel like Billy Mays right when he died
And I, spit fire homes, I ain't bragging
In this "Game of Thrones", it's all about dragons
Man and
You know God helps me write my shit
Cause there's like no way in hell you could write like this
Stitch, I pray suited, therefore never fray
If poetry can blow brains, I write Hemmingway
And it hit your ear like Halle's spouse'd be
With rhymes crazier than Britney's kids abouts to be
Thanks for doubting me, you just allowing me
To be Rick James and haters just a couch to me
Charlie Murphay!
Obama said he'd change something, fuck's that mean
We've seen better changes in fag themed drag queens
(That's mean)
Seen better changes in Charlie Sheen
Better changes in a broken dropped fucking iPhone screens
So Siri, who about to set the bar?
[Siri] "Novi's bringing change like a Samuel L. Jackson swear jar"
Damn that's hard, I can't think like an amateur
I drive so I put Biggies and Pacs in my passenger
How it sound, it's just me up on the thing
I put it down like Aaliyah on the plane
Second best white rapper going for the first
And you can bet your life that I'm putting in the work
Vuh-Vuh-Villain!