Yo I got mad precision, with baggin' chickens
Take âem back to the crib and make bad decisions
Iâm a god when spittinâ, every song is written
More complex than Japanese long division
And Iâm nice with the hands, fuck around get a nosebleed
I never took a L, like a kid who donât smoke weed
And I been fuckinâ bird brain since first grade
When you ainât ever seen it, like the pussy on a mermaid
Read the scripture, my freeze is sicker
Than an obese stripper with a fever blister
I get deeper in your sister than a speech from Krishna
Deeper than government labs where they freezinâ Hitler
Heed the warnin', the creature's formin'
Who leave micâs exhausted, his sneakers yawnin'
You can chop up my body, even eat the organs
Iâm respawnin' like Jesus on Easter morning
I donât give a fuck yo (Certified nutso)
Out for the gusto (Meaning I get much dough)
Motherfuckinâ cut throat (Bodies by the bus load)
Stomp Kill and Crush mode (Itâs why I get my nuts raw)
I donât give a fuck yo (Certified nutso)
Out for the gusto (Meaning I get much dough)
Motherfuckinâ cut throat (Bodies by the bus load)
Stomp Kill and Crush mode (Itâs why I get my nuts raw)
I donât give a fuck yo
Weed passed around in the party
Thunder and lightning from the verbal tsunami
Blows anonymous that John Beast Mugabi
Verse haggle, a life's forever a fight inside me
The underground's my zone so fuck chartinâ billboard
Rocked at legendary spots like the Fillmore
Groupies tuggin' on my silk drawers
Get love from those behind bars, locked behind steel doors
My reportâs a toss up between Ea/Poet Piñero
Iâm a certified rap hero
For twenty years explored the world over
O's Globalist box hard to reach via mobile
It's all from vocals, over music I record
Through time for die-hards, again Iâm at your disposal
Iâm the calm one, but my man is sort a sick
Apâs the type to tell ya chick suck
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I donât give a fuck yo (Certified nutso)
Out for the gusto (Meaning I get much dough)
Motherfuckinâ cut throat (Bodies by the bus load)
Stomp Kill and Crush mode (Itâs why I get my nuts raw)
I donât give a fuck yo (Certified nutso)
Out for the gusto (Meaning I get much dough)
Motherfuckinâ cut throat (Bodies by the bus load)
Stomp Kill and Crush mode (Itâs why I get my nuts raw)
Back in the day I shoulda signed to Suave House
I shoulda bought the publishin' to Who
Let
The
Dogs
Out
But all that shoulda, coulda, woulda shit is for complainers
Turn your body parts to pudding, put em in containers
And itâs a shame I got problems with Jake, like Gyllenhaal haters
My ninja stars surf like billabong razors
Iâll still lick Nicki Minajâs silicone layers
And every mother fuckin' gun I get, I will install lasers
IRA fireman, send a W-demo
To Dublin, Ireland, for armed practice firing
And when Iâm swellin' melons, youâll get sent to Intensive Care
âCause Iâll make your hat bigger than Busta or Pharrell would wear
Put on a Ted costume and commit the crime bare-faced
My AR aerates, you guys wear lace
Yes, my dough is long, so yâall bitches know the song
If I take a selfie, itâs a god damn photobomb
I donât give a fuck yo (Certified nutso)
Out for the gusto (Meaning I get much dough)
Motherfuckinâ cut throat (Bodies by the bus load)
Stomp Kill and Crush mode (Itâs why I get my nuts raw)
I donât give a fuck yo (Certified nutso)
Out for the gusto (Meaning I get much dough)
Motherfuckinâ cut throat (Bodies by the bus load)
Stomp Kill and Crush mode (Itâs why I get my nuts raw)
I donât give a fuck yo