After Eminem lyrics

[Intro]
(The Lunch Crew Company, I'm part of that)
Y'ello
(The Lunch Crew Company)

[Verse]
I'm the best rapper from Michigan after Eminem
In New York two deep, I got the dih-dih-dih
Coochie pink, skin tone color look like cinnamon
I f*cked two sisters, they both bad, but they synonyms
Huh, R.I.P. David Ruffin
Sippin' Wock', tryna forget all the pain and sufferin'
Cold-hearted n*gga, Ford tough, I just blame my mother
Pockets fat as hell, but why God had to make me ugly?
I f*ck all these hoes raw, I be dirty doggin'
Got the plug saved under Twitter, that's them birdies callin'
I don't wear jewеlry, rather trick with a bad b*tch
But if I did, a n*gga couldn't get sh*t but this thirty off me
n*gga, you gon' diе today
Six pink 10s in my body, I'ma fly away
PG just dropped twenty cash to fight his case
If the pus*y good when we f*ckin', I'm bitin' your face
Chanel bags for my baby mama
She was down when a n*gga ain't have a dollar
The city dried up, ain't no syrup, we need a doctor
Sneak f*cked up, he popped a n*gga and blame the chopper
With my vatos talkin' money and sippin' horchata
Fat young n*gga, got a fetish, I'm datin' Madonna
Tryna get high, pour it up, don't need no bottle
The way she suck di*k, I could tell she ain't have no father
Shout out to single moms
Rap ain't been the same since Thug left, they need to free the Slime
Keep both eyes on that money, I'm a peeping tom
I love a b*tch that put her hands on me, I need Solange
Uh, no disrespect to Jigga
But I respect any chick that step to Jigga
Humble Pack over, this year, we press the issue
How my b*tch this bad and I'm this ugly? I'm special, n*gga
My brother said, "Show your ass on every track now"
So I'm rappin' in the booth with my crack out
I don't do drugs 'cause I seen what it do to people
I'm famous and rich, my daddy still ain't left the crack house
These lyrics, it got pain in it
Mama said since I got pape', I'm not the same n*gga
I don't want the pus*y if I cannot get the brain with it
Before I stick my tongue in her ass, I put my chain in it
Now she a gold digger
n*ggas my age always hated, I hang with old n*ggas
I hate n*ggas with secrets to get rich and successful
But everybody 'round them broke, that just mean they never told n*ggas
That's a goddamn shame, now them some bold n*ggas
Serve everything uncut, I don't do bold business
Pulled up by herself, when she left, she took my soul with her
Brodie got rich from shootin' n*ggas, he like Cole Bennett
[Outro]
(The Lunch Crew Company)