Shook Ones (Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1]
Keep your subliminals to minimal when you belittle me
Say my name in a diss, be a man, die with dignity
I picked up the pen again so you can start hatin'
Everything I drop does numbers, smart Asian
Album charge high as f*ck, part Jamaican
Dope ass white boy, standing ovation
Rapper suck di*k, you think they tryin' to put their throat on
Do everything to make it, except write a dope song
Apply pressure, he ain't breathin', need a CPAP
My beard's so long is hangin' out the ski mask
I wish Eminem would be back
He used to be dope, like a weed bag
Take a Xanax and have a relapsе
I lose myself in the bеat, flippin' through my CDs
Big and Nas, they was always on repeat
Now Lil Nas X suckin' di*k on the TV
And kids watchin' that sh*t, freely
And you think this that 8 Mile beat
This that Mobb Deep black jungle, concrete beef
Handled on street, freestyle came from your dome piece
And I was out there chasin' dreams with my homies
PTSD from shackled feet
The whole hood buzzin' like I'm givin' out crack for free
White boys bump my sh*t 'cause I actually
Got roots in this b*tch like a massive tree
Everything you drop miss like Shaq from three
And you just bark a lot but wouldn't smack a flea
People say it's chess not checkers, they can't play chess
I'll teach you how to win, move more, say less
I've been a rapper, always be a rapper, you can never battle me
'Cause you get smacked for tryin' to be a f*ckin' rapper
I started from the bottom like the number in a fraction
And you just steady talkin', I don't never see no action
You ain't cut the same, I could tell by your outfit
And you don't pose a threat, I stepped in bigger mouse sh*t
Peter Piper picked the wrong peckerwood to play with
Impeccable wordplay, put respect on my name, b*tch
Get ran through like a train, b*tch
I could leave today, but you'll always be the same b*tch
Let it rain, I ain't talkin' 'bout umbrellas
Get ready for the rain, b*tch, I'm talkin' 'bout forever
[Interlude]
For better, for worse, I level this verse
Go get in a hearse and kill yourself, self, self, self
For better, for worse, I level this verse
Go get in a hearse and kill yourself, self, self, self

[Verse 2]
This ain't a diss track, I ain't even tryin'
You rather see me and Ryan kill each other like a pack of lions
'Cause y'all are just a circus, bunch of serpents
You rather see me lyin', me lyin'
That's a triple, go back and listen
And I ain't goin' back to prison
I woke up this mornin', prayed to God, and kissed my daughter
Another day I lived in, I'm f*ckin' livid
Some motherf*ckers will never understand rap
Even if I hand it to you, wrote it down and ran it to you
What you gonna do if I actually ran into you?
Same dude talkin' sh*t, get smacked and then sue you
Don't make me paint the town red like Soo Woo
I don't stretch the truth for views like you do
A couple b*tch ass reactors
I'd like to see a list of your top ten rappers
If I'm on that sh*t (Ha-ha), I'm laughin'
There's one white dude and the rest are black men
Y'all invented rap but we all been wreckin' sh*t
Got a couple spots in that list like a freckled b*tch
Chef's kiss, I never thought I'd live to see the day
Chris Rock got smacked by Fresh Prince
I can only hate one man, yessir
And I leave him leakin' on the street, freshman, redshirt
And it ain't Ryan Edward
[Outro]
Mothef*ckers run their mouth so much it makes my head hurt
f*ckin' pussies