Gangsta Rap Freestlye lyrics

[Verse]
f*ckin' all that gangsta rap, that sh*t ain’t gonna work
And when you give 'em brutal honesty, that sh*t is gonna hurt
They call me white cracker, I ain’t eatin' no Ritz
“Oh, he’s white and he spits”
Labels don’t care about talent, they care about what’s on your wrist
Y’all don’t know the definition of a diss
I see you fire shots, and, boy, you always miss
I see your girl in the back, I blew that b*tch a kiss
(*Kissing noises*)
Listen here, homie, I’ma keep it real simple
If you cross me again, I’ma pop you like a pimple
Think I’m playin 'til I leave you crippled
Wrap your body in some tin foil
Like for many reasons, I’m changin' like the seasons
You gon' need a tampon from the way I leave you bleedin' (Aye)
Huh, yuh, boy, I’m not sleepin' (Sleepin’)
Uh, yeah, b*tch, I got your girl leavin' (Leavin’)
Huh, yeah, and she tastin' all my semen
Ohh, learned everything I was taught
b*tch, new album: Lost
Uh!