LYRICS
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You claim if you get knocked by the copsYou'll give 'em not even a statementWalk in the arraignment, shoot the bailiffKarate kick the plaintiffGotti with the stainlessI'll just call it shoddy entertainmentIf y'all was in the party gettin' fadedOn molly, had the audience sedatedYou wouldn't catch a body if it faintedProbably let it fall and hit the pavementBut you'd be the first lobbyin' to claim itBitch, stop bein' a lameYour hobby isn't robbery and dismemberin' body limbsLike you was Tommy Lynn SellsAnd chainsawing them in the basementHardly fits your job descriptionAin't nobody dippin' out the back of the club like, "Oh my God, he's trippin'"Only time you get the blade is probably with the dang lawn equipment, ain't it?Wouldn't take a bobby pin and wave itI need to stop bein' debatedYou're still copyin', Xeroxing, I'm still coppin' a feelLike Bill Cosby at will, popping a pill then spill Oxys in Jill's coffeeThen send her out to the hotel lobby a lil' wobbly and still groggyThis blonde fucks reprehensible misconducts, never sensibleKiss my butt, my set of principles is goneBut till I get the President to respondMy pen and pencil is a missile launcherAnd send it to Mitch McconnellJust as big of a bitch as DonaldShit's on, bruhLet me sing this shit sopranoWhile I do it pizzicatoIvanka, stiff arm herWhile I'm hittin' on MelaniaAnd this song's for all ya'Cause nobody likes me, everybody hates meThey want me to go eat some wormsI hope you offendedAnd drag my name through the mud, through the dirtBut I'ma make you eat your wordsI hope you offendedYou can try to hold me down, but you better let me up'Cause you're only gonna make things worseI hope you offended'Cause I swear when I get up I'm never gonna let up'Til everybody eats my turdsThese drums and hard snares bring out the worst in meLike Justin Ross Harris at a nurseryGoin' ham at candy yam on nanny camI'm gettin' handys with the zanny Xannys in the Caddy armrestI'm imagining objects, so I'm batting cobwebsFrom a daddy longlegAnd Hamtramck, got the panoramic cameraXanax, a banana hammock and a Santa hatI'm smellin' like a damn mechanicWith a chick that looks like Janet Jackson with a Spanish accentTwice your age and I'm actin' half itGrow up? NahNot that I know of, y'allBasement just got a frickin' overhaul, got a stripper pole installedStarted rollin' all through those Kolonopins like a bowlin' ballLike an overdose on twice the ratio of Propofol and go through no withdrawalWhile I get fellatio and give a facial to an interracial blow-up doll of Rachel DolezalYou're so appalled (Em), so's my managerBitch I'm amateur, fuck a pro careerCoast is clear, but nowhere to go from hereAnd nobody's close, so don't compareThey ain't nowhere near, I'm way over hereMy competition can't see me'Cause I don't own a mirrorBut Marshall, you are terrific, so smart and giftedI'm so narcissistic, when I fart, I sniff itDo a fake dab to smell my armpits with itYour anxiety's throwin' gang signsBut I made strides with these rape linesI'm cuttin' back on women hate crimesLike Ray Rice when he FacetimesBang, bang, bang, bang timeDang knives to butcher them gay wivesYou're gonna need sutures the same sizeAs the blade I push into captchaPull 'em like... sleigh ridesGotta stab a bitch at least eight timesTo make it on DatelineI came to stake my claim like a canineWaitin' in a buffet lineSo Kellyanne Conway, I'm a really bad hombreCome play, belly dance on meI've been making wedding plans all day'Cause nobody likes me, everybody hates meThey want me to go eat some wormsI hope you offendedAnd drag my name through the mud, through the dirtBut I'ma make you eat your wordsI hope you offendedYou can try to hold me down, but you better let me up'Cause you're only gonna make things worseI hope you offended'Cause I swear when I get up I'm never gonna let up'Til everybody eats my turdsEight year old with the wordplayGirl, take this pole like a surveyToday wasn't my birthdayBut I'm caked up like a dessert traySo we're in shape'Cause you're in a slurrin' stateI'm a ten, you're an eight, like what I do before, after, and during rapeYou wanna get into a pissin' contest and find out who's better?And they made a fool out of what I pulled out himR. Kelly with a full bladderNot in high school, grad, I'm not a scholarBut I'm so cold that I'm droppin' knowledge my degreesIt's the same as I got in college(Zero)But nobody's hotter, you owe me my respectI owe you nada like lodi partner that blow meTold you I'm so dirty, homie you can throw me in some holy waterWith some floaties onAnd get the soap, and try to get the Pope to hold meWhile you hose me off And nope I won't be washedYou hope to God I don't explode, I gotta blow this spot up, thoughI got a lotta moreI won't put the sugar coating on it though'Cause sometimes you can feel like your energy's expiredRap's got you drained, dead tired, zappedYou feel like a wet pile of crapBut look, man, like the feds buggin' my phone, uh huhI get why you're tappedBut you gotta get your fire backCatch fire, get upset and fire backIs what I tell myselfWhen times get bad'Cause sometimes I might get sadWell I take the same advice I hadAnd tell myself like I used to tell Hailie, when life's a dragTold her to do like her dad, don't cry, get mad'Cause little baby powders belong in diaper bagsI'm hyper, by the time you see this side of meI'm right in your ass'Fore the pen, I stood up for the kid who had to put up with the bullies at his school (at his school)You ain't have to have no money or go shoppin' just to cop a fuckin' attitudeNow my dough's amountin' to a mountain, it's rised too high to count itNever asked to be rich, all I did was wish I had a dime for every time that I was doubtedBut then I think about it and I'm enraged'Cause I just figured out that if I was paidFor the time I spent to put the pen to the pageIt'd be minimum wageBut it's embedded in my head and I never hunted for the bread and butterWhat I wanted was to be the one that they was scared ofBut I'm never gonna get the credit for the sweat and blood I put up in the penAnd when I'm dead I wonder will they put me on a pedestalOr forget I was ever this incredibleI guess I better go harder than ever 'cause I'll never getAnother mothafuckin' opportunity againTo offend as many people with this I can, simply because I can'Cause nobody likes me, everybody hates meThey want me to go eat some wormsI hope you offendedAnd drag my name through the mud, through the dirtBut I'ma make you eat your wordsI hope you offendedYou can try to hold me down, but you better let me up'Cause you're only gonna make things worseI hope you offended'Cause I swear when I get up I'm never gonna let up'Til everybody eats my turds
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