Intro:
$ir Jeremias, that’s my name b*tch
I’m with your Main b*tch, That’s my main dish
3 years, I’ve been out the land b*tch
That is why I am so OUTLANDISH
Verse 1 ($ir Jeremias)
OH NO! Jeremia$ is back!
Bout to snap on these rap cats, with snap backs
The best back as a matter of fact I’ve been back
Just made a pit stop to f*ck your b*tch in the ass crack
In the back of the lack, and my n*ggas is like
“YO PASS THE J AND THE b*tch”
I eventually passed that
Rap Game, trap game, swag game
Kill everything that moves game
n*gga, I eventually passed that
(Fake motherf*cker where the f*ck is your mask at?)
“Jeremias was here, he was having a slap fest
You should have seen dude, man that n*gga on crack man
Came in the scene, he slapped me he slapped them
All the n*ggas you know ran scared, they ran fast
n*ggas was screaming, crying, sh*tting their pants
Them Thug n*ggas was leaving their mans
Jeremia$ Put their heads in their ass”
Ha, I told you n*ggas I don’t play
Jeremias, I crack you like corn flakes
Step on n*ggas, squeeze you like roaches, Hocus Pocus
All the fake n*ggas is over
Don’t provoke us I’ll toast you, Roast you, Eat you up
Pause, hm, spit you out
Feed you to the dogs, they gon sh*t you out, and
Then, my maid gon sweep you out
YOU DON’T WANNA GET IN THE RING WITH THIS n*ggA
I f*ck you up with the pinky ring on my pinky finger
YOU DON’T WANNA GET IN THE RING WITH THIS n*ggA
The boss man, Bossman, the ring leader
I DON’T WANNA GET IN THE RING WITH THIS n*ggA
Man he from rap city like big Tiggah
I DON’T WANNA GET IN THE RING WITH THIS n*ggA
As a matter of fact I don’t wanna rap No more
sh*t, I came to fight, wearing a Wife Beater
You a b*tch so I beat you like a f*cking Wife beater
Than I take your b*tch take her to the crib
You already know, how that story go, c'est fini
So i pass that j, then i pass that b*tch
Went to my graduation with my pants sagging on my masters sh*t
n*gga I was ditty bopping to the Podium
b*tches titties flopping for the only one
You should take a pic, this is history
n*gga Take that sh*t to Smithsonian
I might be the only n*gga who don’t give 2 sh*ts about a Rollie son
I take that back, because I roll on son
I’m the hottest n*gga, when I roll through the city is Like a Rolling Sun
Jerry
Outro (Mr. Record Label)
Ahhh sh*t, what’s that sh*t
That Fat Kid Terio $hit?
UUUHH KILL 'EM
UUUHH KILL 'EM
UUUUH KILL 'EM
Aaaaah sh*t