check your life (timeout) boom (ahhh) splaaaat, blood leaking all over the baseball bat, the whole rap game signed off when I came back, they kept throwing dirt on my name but they mickey (mouse) in a broke ass bitches disguise because, (facts) deep down in reality the rap game just is cap, I know Tupac be rising outtta hell he wants some getback, he'll have ya mickey mouse, ass dashing running off track, the flow and speed is ludicrously quick, I just got back, already murdered some ratty fuckeratoo up to hell and yeah you know I did it with my baseball bat at the start of this track, malicious and vengeful, but how the rap game should be, I'm dumping on tracks and spreading cum stains, all over your cheeks, yeah they recognised its (chicka) (chicka) chicka slim shady!
The mafias mob I have the hardware to hack into your brain, control it till your seeing black and white (yeah) the real Kurt cobain and my is is very official I'm fucking stopping two tanks, (only two tanks?), well fuck it go right ahead add two immovable trains, they like hey (em?), your drastically white and pale did you eat too much grain, now listen up you old granny rotting with canes the candy shop is still open but at your rate even 50 cents won't get you a thang, straight unraw ballistic shit, we do not mess with dthang, I'm steady throwing the cannon my cuz that's how I got my aim. Pull up (fah) (fag), (oh) (yeah) we leaving flames,
Machine gun Kelly boy isn't affordable for adoption he don't, want to act like (two), weeks ago he was not just bobbin and weaving his head, itching to duck ma led after that diss track he sent, the gang had left him seeing red I built my hustles and dreams off of cars, we doing drive buys, (so duck ya head) bro just my son but he thinks he's R (KELLY) arousing all the pigs, it's when he stills their cocaine, wrecks their can and waddles at the pent, they know I'm superstitious anti missing, glitching demon I'm bout business, got all my shooters they ain't Feds we put a bag on top his head the gang is moody they not friends, them bodies dropping, tears they shed,
So now my paperwork is done FBI handed me the bread (gwap) im coming back to rule the rap game (like what) I know y'all niggas scared it's been a long time since I've read then documents that's by my bed, they say if you can make it out the streets, while ducking all your heads then you can make a new beginning, a new life, the true affair, and if you can't then don't worry (my mans) eventually it'll run up to the 8 digits, we bent that block, we steady smokin, on the main mission (smoking dead ooooopps!)
Emimen, you spelled it wrong and it still sounds legit (like!ahhhh)
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