Yeah, I’m back again
Cut the cord, I’ma attack this pen
18 holes, me smashing them
Not the sport, me smacking them
I don’t do golf, but I’m stacking them
God damn points, what happened when
You underestimate, the pace and chase a crazed little face who’s strange enough to play bait
Now listen up, everybody got a fucking bitch or what?
Everybody think they got a chick that don’t
Suck cock soon as they on trips but don’t
Be so quick to assume she be faithful
When the truth is she be thinking about a dude that is not you
And it’s nachos dipping womb, in her room like boom-biddy-boom
Put a condom on, 'bout to fuck your feelings
You, had it on lock but I knocked the door
Twats leave this building
I’m, hip-hop and I rock
Damien said that I’m easy to mock
So is Biggie and Pac, if you got bitch in your genes motherfuck your opinion, ah!
It’s on little lama, gone in your mama, moan like I’m dada, song full of drama
Don’t give a fuck nah, alone in pajamas, so I can blabla, no gonna stop mads
Son, I’m your fatha, loan me your motha
Hoes be traumatized, and I’m kinda tight
When I grab the mic, so fuck your life, yes I do bite
That I’d be wack, who could ever think that?
All I do is rap, I attack, where the fuck's my ink at
This is my house, you the rat, better stop, you’ve been bad
I got a cat, with a gat, so bye bye with a big bang
I am jealous and that’s why I fuck you up
I am outta control, and I troll you fucking cunts
You a toilet to me, I only hug you when I’m drunk
I’ma solider so please, you better suck my fucking nuts, like (ahh)
Can somebody give these G’s some pills and a big gin
Let em’ get a piece or the breeze of cheese
And the keys to the feels of a real street-king
They don’t wanna bleed, nobody speak
But everybody got a funny tweet when I sleep
So let’s see, when it’s time to meet
You better talk sweet to me, cause I’m MV
Yeah, I heard em’ sang
A lot of fucking words, like *braaap swag*
I got a lot of stuff, they can learn a thang
But they know Mads, I’ma dirt-bag
I fuck shit up and I burn *pang*
Pain in the butt, *you gon’ learn today*
They call themselves eternal, but the journal just say turtle gang
And this is over you see, you got a click full of psychos?
I got a pitbull in me, you got no rhythm or system
And I just dribble the beat
I smash bars so hard so prison cannot stop me
I’m free
Yeah and I bet that, you know what the fuck I mean
When I say you better go play dead
While I’m out just livin' my dream
And I might just make no exceptions
You either on or off my team
So everybody bumping this bitch, you motherfuckers ain’t cool with me!
Cause he lie so much
And I think it’s time for me to tell you guys what's up
He tried to get in touch with me, asking for collabs and such
And when I told him “nope”, he went on telling childish stuff, and I’m like;
Why you makin' up stories bro?
I dissed you in a cypher, now you say I called your phone?
Asking for permission to diss you before the song?
That doesn’t make any sense, you little whore you don’t, gotta be ah
Full blown retard, understand you don’t got a chance with me, nah
And I feel like Ninna, I believe a ballerina hide inside you
Look like a peacock
With beard and brains of a peanut
I’m weird but I race and restart
Never share my ways, gotta be smart
They say I’m bad and fuck Mads
They leave in body bags, and I, cuffs
And everybody laugh 'til I bust
Some motherfucking rap, and I just
Made everybody clap, and I dust
These little fucking brats, and I cuss
Cause I am just so fucking tired of liars
Tryna put out my fire
And your album, sounds like a -draft-
And your MV-diss anthem, I heard it, and laughed
I got fans, with a magnum, converting your ass
To a van, no ransom? Hurting you bad
It’s a wrap
So give me thumbs down and give me the look
I’ll turn the screen upside down, and pretend that it's good
I got skills, no crown, and the people that book
Acts
They believe
I’ma clown, 'til they taste my attack
