Dead Presidents Freestyle (Remix) lyrics

Chorus: I'm out for Presidents to represent me*3
I'm out for dead f*cking presidents to represent me
(Repeat)

Verse 1: I kill tracks, mutilate emcees
n*ggas so wack, don't even know his ABCs
Rap some weak sh*t, and wanna make these Gs
I hear a wack album, I break CDs
I'm not the type to sit back and let life pass me by
I'm non violent but I wanna be a happy guy
Life's a b*tch, and too bad I have to accept it
Talent I'm blessed with, no choice but to wreck sh*t
I'm bout to send you wack rappers a deadly message
Anthrax on that ass and I'm not the one to mess with
My bars, did you catch it?
I gotta Killer state of mind and where I'm from it gets hectic(Texas)
Keep flowing nobody can stop me
I'm not on a label, so nobody can drop me
I'm an ill spitter, maybe the greatest of all time
Wanna make big bread not on no small dime
I'm way ahead of you n*ggas, headed to the finish line
And I'll be damn if I let you n*ggas stop me from getting mine
All you haters hate to see a n*gga shine
But these bars will be relevant until the end of time
Keep going , man, I wish I can quit
If you say I'm wack, get off my di*k
Cause all the sh*t I'm spitting is sick
And if you think you better than me, that's ridiculous, b*tch

Chorus: I'm out for Presidents to represent me*3
I'm out for dead f*cking presidents to represent me
(Repeat)

Verse 2: Tripping over dead presidents, Texas is what I represent
You say you rap hood but don't rap intelligent
You n*ggas suck ass and it's evident
Do anything to stay on top like you relevant
Club music bumping in the trunk like an elephant
Underground n*gga with commercial elements
I ain't f*cking with you n*ggas like a b*tch that's celabite
Live life to the fullest, and kill tracks for the hell of it
I'm smelling sh*t, it's just the garbage rappers
If I wrote a book of rhymes, it be the longest chapter
n*ggas dead, like the name of the song is after
You think I'm wack cause I'm too nice, you n*ggas got it backwards
I got dead presidents to represent me
You impressed the way I'm wrecking this beat
A dope rapper is what I'm destined to be
Hope and pray, I don't end up dead in the street
Now let's get back to the topic
If your mixtape is wack, why did you drop it?
What n*gga in his right mind, will try to cop it
If I was in yo head, I would tell yo ass to stop it
I spent half my life tryna master the craft
And when I did, I got everybody after my ass
Nowadays, the only thing that matters is swag
And they say dope rhyming patterns are bad
Chorus: I'm out for Presidents to represent me*3
I'm out for dead f*cking presidents to represent me
(Repeat)