[Intro]
Yeah, do I really need an intro?
No, f*ck you! I don't want a goddamn intro, that sh*t takes to much work!
I don't need a f*cking intro, alright?
My f*cking god, alright?
No, f*ck you!
There's gonna be no f*cking intro on this, alright?
Jesus f*cking Christ
No, if you want, you can make this the f*cking intro, I don't f*cking care
Let's f*cking get into it
[Verse 1: J-R]
Yo, I'm a f*cking rap god
Coming clean out the streets, here to knock your head off
I do what I please, no need to explain it
b*tch, suck a di*k. I'm triple X rated
I'm a straight f*cking pimp. I ain't gonna lie
Talk sh*t to me, you sound like you wanna die
I don't tell you how to live your life
So don't tell that to me, unless you wanna be at strife
f*ckers always trying to beef with me
Keep talking, mother f*cker. Have your ass beat
My first rap, and I'm already killing
If I keep this up, pretty soon I'll make millions
I don't care what you say
Go ahead, talk more, I still live this way
At C.V. I was the scrap god
Came to P.K. now, I'm a f*cking rap god
I still tried to pass down the tradition
All I got back, was a f*cking suspension
The struggle's been real, day to day
But I still say what we're all trying to say
You acting all high and mighty
One shot b*tch, and it's nighty nighty
You don't really wanna f*ck with me
Pop a shot, make you scream, like a f*cking banshee
[Bridge]
No, no, f*ck. Do I have to keep going with this sh*t? Goddamn
It's a f*cking long rap
You know, f*ck you dude. Jesus Christ
[Verse 2: J-R]
What did I tell you in the first verse?
sh*t talk more if you wanna see a nurse
My mind is my mind, and not yours
I'm so powerful, make you walk on all fours
b*tch I'm a f*cking beauty
Your di*ks so small, I had to break out my f*cking Zoomies
I'll toss you up and slam you down like space jam
If you don't wanna get f*cked up you better scram
But yet again, running won't help you
Pop a cap through your back
And one in your mouth too
I'm the only one here with real shells
You other faggots are only here cause swag sells
I speak the truth, and the truth only
So don't try to say sh*t, you f*cking phoney
You mother f*ckers think I'm a wigger
I rap and talk with an accent, even though I'm still bigger
Than half of you f*cking wangsters
You still all trying to act like gangsters
Keep talking f*cker, I like my beef rare
I keep it cool, give you that ice cold stare
Mother f*cker I'll see you on the streets
1 on 1 dumbass I don't need 15 peeps
I take your life away, I'm a grim reaper
You rolled number 8
Your house became Minesweeper
Dropping bombs like I'm Bin Laden
With the sickest rhymes that you can't fathom
When I walk in the house, the panties drop
Can you faggots do that? Huh, I guess not
I'm the illest cold blooded killer
Rap like chocolate but I look vanilla
Got girls painting my name on their nails
Meanwhile your b*tch is still for sale
Yes I went there, don't even doubt
I speak my mind, stealing girls. I'm causing drought
The other guys thirst is real
Meanwhile I'm on the highlight reel
I'm the king, you all are peasants
I deliver greatness, giving presents
My eyes are red, I'm on that good sh*t
I might smoke to much, I'm on my sixth hit
I walk out, b*tches on me
Like I said before, I'm a f*cking prodigy