4tune
Rambo The Rapper
Alright, here we go, 12th. Real quick, nig


She on her knees like a sinner
I get under y'all n***as skin like splinters
Cheap but good like a TV Dinner
My breath smells like Liqour
I pile up ashes, don't ask for your favorite rapper

(He dead) Yessir (Amen) Chuuch
(He dead) I killed him (Amen) Bitch


Got me feeling like Matrix, dodge your bullets like fake shit
I try my hardest to be patient, For these n***as be vacant
Long time ago, damn I feel like I'm Acient, blast off like a spaceship
Punctuate to the statement, This hatred I crave it, as I make it
I will eat it and then deny, I've done filled my appetite
I don't hang around like Suicide, I gotta get me a ride
And if I don't start it with a Why, then don't even reply
LeBron when I finish, I only aim for these highlights
24 million eyes on me, I am the spotlight, get it right
Stuck staring at my ass, get outta my headlights
You n***as get exterminated you fucking parasite
I got more room, I can finish it every night
(He dead, amen) That's what they telling me
White all over my nose, I'm stuck in the seventies
Lyrical pistol, cock it aind aim at celebrities
Bull shit for lunch, brown bag, I dont your recipe
May I just Pull up at your fucking residence
Stories are cheap and your talking ain't selling it
Gold star, I'm either 1st grade or a fucking deputy
Yeah, Keller dont even Hellen me, dont even go telling me
Bars dropping on they head unconscious, studio felony
Cooking up your talk and I hope that taste lemony (BITCH)
(He dead) Yup-yup (Amen) I killed him
(He dead) Ha-ha (Amen) Amen

She on her knees like a sinner
I get under y'all n***as skin like splinters
Cheap but good like a TV Dinner
My breath smells like Liqour
I pile up ashes, don't ask for your favorite rapper



(He dead) Yup-yup (Amen) I know
(He dead) For sure (Amen) Amen




Like Sonic, I pedal my medal I gotta go faster
I want my bars to touch these kids like the pastor
James Harden these rockets I ain't talking no NASA
I feel like Montana and I ain't talking about hannah
Split your bitch like Bannana she drink my cum like Fanta
A free bag of weed I might Grant her, she gave me cookies im santa
My Diamonds blick and white like a panda, and I got hoes in Atlanta
I go really Ballistic, ask El Chapo I kill shit, sip promethazine like ill shit
I gotta make it a law like I bill it, I ain't gonna stop till my dick size a million
I'm on a money mission, yeah i stay persistent, you in debt need assistants
I drop of shit like its Christmas
Realest n***a you'll ever see, Realest shit I'll ever be
I will be head of the rap industry, realist shit I will ever speak
Charge me with battery, give-a-fuck span big as a teachers salary
I burn my rubber like calories, fuck a new bitch last week, I think her
Name was malorie
Your rap is unsatisfactory, rewrite that shit and go back to the studio factory