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Fuck any rapper rappinâ if the nigga ainât dappinâ
Show respect, Iâm the greatest â oh shit, I killed your ladies
I donât give a fuck if youâve got a billion dollars
Your rhymes are cheap, youâre a lease, a poor product
You a servant in my world, the rap gods curse you
When judgement dayâs upon you, realityâs a virtue
I walked a thousand miles recitinâ a hundred rhymes
Brought smiles to faces, braced, labels owe me from lines
I donât give a fuck, a dirty Detroit nigga
Ainât-got-the-bud-but-show-up-with-a-Swisher-ass nigga
Say âbitch, Iâm still hungryâ, they actinâ like I made it
I ainât make it âtil my mama fuckinâ sittinâ on some acres
Iâm a motherfuckinâ threat in the booth, these niggas know
Pour it out, a century, decades later they quote it
Deserve a Nobel Peace Prize for what I recite
Incite a riot with the speech, Iâm Detroit red, Iâm ecstasy
Sores on my scalp âcause my last perm bugged me
Hair straight, jumpinâ head first in an orgy
With a pool of blonde hoes, sniffinâ on that white shit
So much caucasian pussy, starting to think that Iâm mixed
But I be writinâ that shit, have you rappers pissed, like
âHowâd he think of this? I wish Iâd thought of that shitâ
Rhymes so real thought I wrote it in Janice Joplinâs vomit
With the mic GG Allin wiped his ass withâ¦
I carry the cross for anybody lost or findinâ it rough
Days of no sunshine like a maze in my mind
No enter or exit, Adderall and âErcocet
Pill-poppinâ dyslexic, naughty nature Treach shit
I think about my next line like you think of the next dime
Iâm the future and the present, same damn time
An OG told me âyouâre only as nice as your last barâ
So with that said, suck my dick all yâall
The Motor City where motor mouths get impounded
Iâm oas in Australia, lookinâ for the blonders
Ksubi jeans, and a Meulemeester
And she like my shoes so I put it in her kiester
Itâs the hybrid like I wrote it in papyrus
Keep the shit on me, nigga, hood rat, baby diaper
They heatinâ up Caprice like a DC sniper
Raised off of hotdogs, down-the-middle-split soup
Iâm hotter than Andre Rison with Left Eye
Rest in peace, baby, but no T-L-C in my life
And when I reach my fate, and Iâm standinâ at the gates
Know that Godâll be proud, sayinâ âDaniel, you was greatâ
But you other niggas? âPac said he want an explanation
Big turned in his grave, an earthquake in Grenada
When Pun she'd a tear it hurricane for a week
When Big L get upset, it start tornadoing trees
- Album:
- Atrocity Exhibition
- 25 Bucks
- Non-Album Releases
- Kush Coma (Single)
- Hand Stand (Single)
- Old
- The OD EP
- XXX
- Black & Brown
- Pneumonia
- Compilation
- Fresh off the Boat Main Title Theme
- King County
- Adrift
- Loosies
- Fool’s Gold Presents: Loosies
- Grown Up
- XXX (Deluxe Version)
- XXX (Deluxe Edition)
- Detroit State of Mind 4