You see the hardest of punchlines I'll be dropping at you
The desert eagle I load it up and point it at you
Unload the Glock till you fall like a broken statue
They ain't nobody in this biniz that can fuck with ma crew
They gat no links so they move on like the fucking marquee
Talk shiit you will be sealed and I ain't talking bout glue
Oh my god is the shit you didn't want me on
I got the game on ma dick without her drawers on
Mic check, they ain't nobody fucking with me
A lot of niggas claiming tough Buh they fucking sissies
I know you missed me and the way I do this fucking music
Gat em raising em hands like they bout to catch a Frisbee
They know is risky to battle me, I gat em misty
With time I get better like a bottle scotch or whiskey
This is the minute you're bout to witness ma fucking menace
Show me that rapper and imma end his fucking biniz...
Glory hallelujah, holy shit I've been holding shit ma bowels loser
Its the freedom of speech, I am the Martin Luther
Right now I can hack a jeweller not the Mac computers
Gat lot of niggas strapped in a large commuter
I trust the shooter at night he's ma fucking trooper
We gat the luger on foot we also gat bazookas
You are bout to be underground like the fucking tubers
I might be talking crazy, too much of pussy lately
And these broke niggas gat me feeling nauseated
I'm so updated with fashion and even tech related
So when I'm spraying you should be praying saying a lot of amen
I know they hate me and I see it written on em faces
You think you know me but you don't know what it took God to make me
Dont fucking underrate me below your fucking pay grade
A lot of money coming in from this shady biniz
I'm in a room full of smokers even powder users
Naked bitches walking round just to be the cruisers
We gat the movers, the dealers even drug abusers
Strapped niggas at the door in case they come to shoot us
And on the trigger they squeeze like the fucking juicer
You punks are losers, success I drink it like a boozer
And yo pleas don't matter to ma ruthless killers
You make a goof, your house will need the fucking roofers
Glory hallelujah, I've been stoned by the weed
Not talking bout Medusa
Told these niggas cut em tape cos they are full of bloopers
I got a Futa babe that wants ma dick inside her pooper
Sent a pic of ma dick she know that shit is super
Searching for me all night like the fucking cougar
I am her ruler and she knows no one can come manoeuvre
Back that ass upon me and honey let me be the shooter
A lot of bitches coming closer and they all be asking
A lot question, talking dirty cos they want to bask me
I'm not a lover man, you see my guns are always blasting
And the love for ma money is ever fucking lasting
Who wants to cast me you better go on three days fasting
Less you want your body lying in an open casket
So bring the casket, bottles leaking like a basket
I squeeze the ratchet on niggas tryna snitch ma asset
You try to face me, you must be a stupid bastard
I'm ma murder your soul and shoot your spirit after
I'm here to bring disaster like that battle rapper
Causing chaos is the game you can sue me after
Buh the case won't stay for long like a noodle pasta
And all plans will be gone like a coup disaster
You hear em groupies laughter when the masters enter
You hear ma name Emde Slim is greatest rapper....
Glory Hallelujah, see them fail profusely trying to tag me as a nuisance
They say ma music is polluting, it should be banned, its useless
I should be locked in cell cos of ma vulgar lyrics
But wait a minute I'm almost finished with this music
Its ma life men you can't tell me how to live it
Its in ma blood, body and you can say ma spirit
Emde Slim no one can even stand against me me
