[Prologue]
All over this town, they whisper softly
Tell me now, where does he belong?
Sam sam Frank frank (frank)
Sam sam Frank frank (frank)
[Intro]
Back from the fuckin' dead
Y'all thought I forgot about this shit? Uh
Cause y'all don’t even know what the fuck I had to do to get this beat
Come on Sam Frank, you know how bad you 'bout to get beat
[Verse 1]
Slow Stroke King is back, ya girl want me to go slower
She a freak tho, I'm on that green like a lawnmower
Chirpin' bout the Bible suddenly a chapelgoer
But I assassinated you like a Boeing whistleblower
King of Glizzies suckin me hard, now I got chlamydia
You victim weight—hold up now—go hit the cafеteria
Fly you to நிலா and back, represеntin' Dravidia
And I’m back now, 200 percent like NVIDIA
Namesake couldn’t even pull out a flower from a vase
Three sped wit us now but none were meant to win a race
I’m what the culture feelin'; Jew boy, you not welcome in my place
UWU XD, fuckin' zesty, shoutout to my brother Iayze
Can’t keep up with me with the racks, can’t keep up with me on this track
Where was the lie in that, 10:40 for three stacks? (Eugh)
Let the feet talk, beat talk, this is My Way chat
This track is the yorker, Ollie, you can’t even move your bat (Ahlie!)
[Chorus]
Tappin' in to the game, dialed in wit' you now
Yappin' all over the room, short king, shut yo' mouth
You thought this shit was over, that the boy would stay quiet
This a lesson to the people: Don’t even fuckin' try it
YeS, I’m the one to throw you in hell, recycle
A god of the rap game and his buddy boy Micheal
Can’t go M for M with the boy you know that’s Y
Without a frank in his throat he gets a little shy
[Verse 2]
Break it down for me now, sorry ass lil' beat
Y’all out of the chip now, you know your city’s so weak
The GOAT or the frank who’s got the better meat?
The way you all up in my drawls boy you better tell me
He brewin' up a storm, סערה up on yo' ass
Slow lil' jit, I’ll take you back to fucking class!
All that talk is a bunch of noise, end of the forward pass
Ahead of you that’s my choice, no evidence to your raps
It’s pride month now, May weather is done
This a TI beat homie, I think you know where I'm goin’
Heard from you twice now, but it looks like fifty won
It’s gettin’ hot in here bitch, after all you just my son
Insecure about your lifestyle take it out on the boy
Do I know too much tho? Nah, I’m just a goy
Jew too worried bout the pussy, and I'm onto better things
I’ll kill you with my rhymes and שִׁירָה; I’ll make you scream
[Chorus]
Tappin' in to the game, dialed in wit' you now
Yappin' all over the room, short king, shut yo' mouth
Gun to yo' head let it go off, BOW BOW
Brought a chip to this city it’s 18 now
YeS, I’m the one to throw you in hell, recycle
A god of the rap game and his buddy boy Micheal
Can’t go M for M with the boy you know that’s Y
Without a frank in his throat he gets a little shy
[Verse 3]
Your city is fuckin' trash, ever since that plane attack
I’m the blueprint man, you always bouncin' on my sack
Aye, I think it makes sense, you always lookin' at my back
You ain’t never makin' money with that dreadful stack
Hannah had faith in you man, in Samuel 1-2
Took her own life 'cause she had to deal with you
Said it 3 times 4 the lord, homie what it do
Don’t listen to amtruth, we gon' come and murder you
Got me writing like a lyrical spiritual individual
Don’t let it go over ya head, it’s actually original
I don’t dislike you or like you, this for you to survive
Supremely ahead of you, go and read Chapter Five
Take you back to the fortress, the foot of the mountain, man
Second leg on the line, thought you had it in your hands
Homie pass it to me quick, 'cause my head’s in the game
Sorry for your loss goat, number six is mine to claim
[Chorus]
Tappin' in to the game, dialed in wit' you now
Yappin' all over the room, short king, shut yo' mouth
Makin' me get the pen workin' even though I was sick
Light you up and smoke you, you fuckin' bundle of sticks
YeS, I’m the one to throw you in hell, recycle
A god of the rap game and his buddy boy Micheal
Can’t go M for M with the boy you know that’s Y
Without a frank in his throat he gets a little shy
[Outro]
Let the beat run
It's over, man
You not comin' back from this one
[Epilogue]
Sam Frank walked alone in the dark...
Never found a place with his name...
