Kill ‘em
It’s what I hear when I get a hot feel
In my nostrils
In my forehead
As I code red
You’ll be more dead than a horse head
In a four bed-
Room apartment
Bloggers that start shit
You want to criticize me?
Just so you can drink green tea
With Lykke Li at a speakeasy?
Wearing some American Apparel
While you’re staring at a Tim and Eric DVD?
Can’t get enough
Crime Mob shit: knuck if you buck
Celibate girls do stuff in the butt
Get it out with a Q-Tip, or some Müeslix
I’m a eunuch just cause I can’t give a fuck
Kiss her on her neck while she buttoning up
And my pants down
It’s funny how when I put Camp out they gotta camp out
Better than half of all rappers you have on your laptop
At your dad’s house
Hands down
Fake n***as said, “You the man now!”
Got a DJ like Roseanne’s house
Sam go hard like a handjob, n***a
Childish don’t go hard, what?
Now everybody wanna fuck with me, slut
The flow is too sick
Got them white boy clothes and that black dude dick
Now I understand why you gotta hate a n***a
East side! Stone Mountain-Decatur n***a
Y’all n***as lame, I’m fly as hell
Cause I’m fucking lame, and I don’t even care!