Coming to America- Word of Mouf  (2001) 

[Ludacris]
These bitches throwin rose petals at my feet mayn!
They wanna spoil me, treatin me like royalty;
what I’m ‘sposed to do? It’s such a sweet thang
Work that track, whip ‘em like Kunta
That’s why they stay down, they loyal citizens of Zamunda
By way of A-T-L; if you disagree
don’t even look at me ho don’t pass go just go straight to jail
With no probation or bail, but this ain’t Monopoly
It’s Jolly Green Giants cause we smoke so much broccoli
Uh-oh, Spaghetti-O’s! Luda’s oodles of noodles
And testin me is like pitbulls put up to poodles
My rap career goes back further than yo’ father hairline
It’s Ludacris - I pack more nuts than Delta Airlines
I’m fly, even when I get high I work cash
And even got my coats bumped up to first class
I’m boss to all employees - and I’m here to teach the principle
Cause I’ve been saved by mo’ bells than Lark Vorhees

Man fuck that nigga ‘Cris man, for real man. I’m tired of
this shit man. Man I try to rap for the nigga, I try to get
a nigga tracks; he ain’t hearin my shit. Man for real.
Man my four-year-old son can rap better than that nigga;
man that nigga garbage. Man I got talent too, the nigga ain’t
hearin me. Man iii-iiiis this shit on? ‘Cris, c’mon ‘Cris.
‘Cris, f’real man. FUCK YOU NIGGA, MAN FUCK YOU!

[Ludacris]
Fuck you too! What you wanna do, scrawny nigga
But I got a arsenal of automatics down to twenty-twos
Know how to use ‘em, fight dirty as SHIT
I throw a grenade and all-in-one bury a CLIQUE
You see y’all got it all wrong like women in tuxedos
And comin up shorter than five Danny DeVitos
I’m on a cool ranch, get laid more than Fritos
With five strippers, four wives and three amigos
I go scuba divin in Bays at Montego
I find gold links and snatch ‘em like I’m Deebo
But I’m the light-skinteted version of Mandingo
I’ve seen more Beatles and Jagged Edges than Ringo
I used to run numbers in line they caled me BINGO
Cause I’m big, you a little star, you just twinkle
Old asses like sharpeis, y’all all wrinkled
And I stay with more BULLETS than yo’ Billboard singles

Ho that is just too much! You just gotta give applause
he is definitely all f’real - yasee WHAT I’msayin? Ha ha I be
fuckin with him all the time, yah know what I mean? I’m sayin, I used
to just sell home herb (?) now home come through he want fiftys OF purple,
he want quarters OF purple now. I DONT KNOW HOW to trip with it
man, I just sold him a QP last week of the flava,
yaseewhatI’msayin?

[Ludacris]
Yeah, can I get a little hit of that, little nigga with a bigga sack
See piece of the bigger trap look at that God be rollin on that
Where they kick it at? And a lot of people just don’t know
Shady Park you heard just don’t go
Quick to flip the bird up po’-po’
Makin the way for that rodeo, that rodeo show!
Gotta hit ‘em with a reload, I gotta put ‘em with the people
I gotta make a nigga stop, drop, roll - oh no where the beat go?
Bring that, shit back, didn’t wanna hear that, clik-clak
Tons of fun with guns
Fuck all the lil’ chit-chat get back get that get that
Who knows, who goes there? Motherfuckers it’s Poppa Bear
Stop and stare; pourin out a lil’ gasoline and then drop a flare
I’m on, FIRE! And you know I can’t stop ‘til I re-TIRE!
Oh no, we stay swoll, rollin on Vogue TIRES!
Right down the avenue, passin you rapidly stackin
In the back of the Cadillac and packin emergency action
Camera, LIGHT LIGHTS, throwin a punch and then FIGHT FIGHT
Packin a lunch and then BITE BITE, A-T-L stay TIGHT TIGHT

I’m just tryin to save ya shorty. I’ma let you know
it’s real down heah. When you ride down that two-eighty-five,
and you go past Kincaid, get ready to go past that Cambleton Road
fo’ you get it cut free shorty just shake; cause dat where dem
real niggaz at. I ain’t lyin when you in Decatur and you flossin
down Glenwood, Candler Road or Rainbow to shake!
Cause dat where dem real niggaz at. When you’re goin down that
ol’ Nat Hill and you pass dat second waffle house ‘fore you get
to the rich niggaz daaang, cause dat where dem real niggaz at!
Matter of fact, just shake when ya get to Georgia nigga. 

Lock Shit Down - Chali 2na & Talib Kweli
[Chorus]
We came to just do this for you
Sit back and just watch us bubble
We come with more heat than the sun do
Gorillas out of the concrete jungle
We came to just do this for you
Sit back and just watch us bubble
Gorillas out of the concrete jungle
We come with more heat — lock shit DOWN!

[Chali 2na]
Yeah, of all secrets I’m the best kept
Making sure my first step is my best step
I watched my investments while the rest slept
and changed tools like the faders on the vest tecs
Yes, I’m a mile under the floor
with a swisha full of kush and a towel under the door
You remember me as the tallest one of the four
Every time you come and check out your boy he — lock shit DOWN!
Yeah, hot like the tip of a blowtorch
Deliver a show horse with little or no force
This heavy but low voice making ladies go moist
Don’t front, people killed off the joint, there’s no choice
Huh, I’m running my mouthpiece
and I outreach to the power of devout speech
While you shout beef, screaming from your couch seat
We about heat and we come to — lock shit DOWN!

[Chorus]

[Chali 2na]
Yeah, second half of a double header
Tool of a trouble setter, here to make it bubble better
brontosaurus bass sick as Barney Rumble’s sweater
and I’m blowing like the coldest winter, Chicago weather
Hey, while you sweeter than plain cinnamon
My lyric venom in your vein, now your brain haemorrhaging
If you think that I’m insane, I’m a plain citizen
People call me by my name, I remain disciplined
Hey, a wicked sentence in a vicious blend
has more wealth than the wallets of the richest men
It’s interesting, pay attention to what you witnessing
The love of the art form, not just a dividence
Yeah, all eyes on me
But please don’t put them rumours and them lies on me
Cause I’m just clown to come with the fat sound
Chali 2na, Talib, and we come to — lock shit DOWN!

[Talib Kweli]
In the concrete jungle, a wild animal
My stomach growling like Lions, it’s understandable
Rappers will run right up on you and try to battle you
Quicker than a Cheetah run up on a Caribou
What up 2na? The Blacksmith is back with
the backflip flow and got the survival tactics
We crack it open like the seal on a package
Came with a message, we must retain the freshness
You lame and you plain depressing
Is this what the game is left with?
It’s on homie, name the weapons
Soon as Mister International step in
You rapping irresponsible, irrational death wish
Get ready, I got enough, lyrics I be stocking up
In all suspense boy, you better lock it up
Is it live or what? We came to rock it now
Treat it like it’s out of pocket — lock shit DOWN!

Interlude- Tech N9ne & Andre 300 Tha Carter IV

[Tech N9ne]

Heart’s what it is, watch what the kid drops

I’ma get the prop if you’re not with the biz

Not only other regions, I really popped at the crib

So hatin’ motherfuckers, you better stop with the jibs

All for the thizz, but I’m boss

It don’t matter what the cost when I live right across from the Wiz

Killa City will have a nigga lost in the Mid

Doing nothing but mothers stacking pussy coffin again

What is happening is a merger, different levels of murder

Lil Weezy cook it and I’mma serve her

Further, guess what I’mma go do with this women when we’re eating Gerber?

Mama said to kill ‘em all, and I heard her

Thank you, Baby, for what became Lil Wayne

It’s gettin’ all the people knowin’ that Strange in the game

I been really able to hang in the fame

But when he shouted my name it’s been a change in my lane

I’m a cluster-fuckin’, lovin’ nothin’ but to get your brain

And I be stuck in lust and quick to a bust a nut and take a nigga’s dame with no shame

When they be bussing ‘nough, they thinkin’ they thugging tough but never do knuckle up, you in the game, you bang

You drugging, touching everything, you lame? Sucka, you cannot sustain the rain

Tech N9ne is such a cuckoo in this

Baller nigga, Strange Music, coupe through swishes

I know a lot of you prolly never knew who this is

Well, you listenin’ to Tecca Nina, Soo Woo business

[Andre 3000]

Today, I feel electric gray, I hope tomorrow neon black

I tell a nigga all those flows are borrowed, it’s the phar-oh, Three Stacks

I woke up in Cai-ro, lookin’ at stars so bright in the sky I thought they were marbles

No car doors, what ya call those? A whole carload of raw hoes

In a Jeep Defender, please remember, don’t feed the Simba

Three’s a symbol like nobody, he’s a symbol of what’s safari

Pulled her ponytail to my body, she’s the only girl that was smart

Enough to call me Mr. Benjamin in the middle of a wild party

Skin was cinnamon, I pound it harder, how come the only girls that are thought of

Are the light ones? Well, tonight, then, we gon’ do it, do it, do it for the dark ones

It’s important that you are more than welcome to the Carter IV and

Y’all enjoy it, I will go ‘head, and I’ll kiss y’all on y’all forehead, out

Example- Curren$y Pilot Talk

Uh machete sharp
My dream’s to realize the Ferrari’s heart
Global domination ruling ma thoughts
Never let ‘em play you
Fuck ‘em sideways, always until they pay you
Reimburse me for payed dues
The money made me move
Running thru my shoes
For the day that I can kick ‘em off
Relax

I said I quit smoking these beats but I relapsed
We heard yo shit and we laugh
That bitch saw that herb you twisting and she passed
She rather see me make that 6-4 lean back
Flow hippy, comfortable bean bags
I tell you a secret if you can keep it
Shhhh, real
Sucker ass niggas cooking all kind of bullshit
Suckertash? ya’ll stuck to them digits
Wonder why I won’t eat with ya
Bauss tha fuck up
Be someone, nigga
I am an example of what happens when you quit being afraid to gamble
I shook the dice and rolled
Some niggas like you who want to stay, shook but frozed
I get busy
You think you know but ain’t sure

Fool.

Tech N9ne- Am I a Psycho? Feat. Hopsin & B.o.B

…I see you looking at meLooking at me, so I ask…

(Turkey)

[Ceza]
Sen kalk, bir minik mikrofonunu getir (Get up, get your microphone)
Bak jak burada mikrofonuna tak (Look, here is the jack, connect you mic)
Kağıt kalem bir de ilham alınacak (And here is the paper and the pen, we’re gonna get inspired)
Tam gaz choppers, havada düşman avına çıkalım (No stop Choppers are in the air, Let’s hunt enemies)
Akalım, haydi bu battle’ı kazanalım (Let’s go, let’s win this battle)

(We started in the Midwest)
(Now we ’bout to take it)
(All over the world, baby!)
(This is the pinnacle!)
(Yeah, Tech N9ne!)

[Tech N9ne]

Follow me all around the planet I run the gamut on sickology
They can never manage we do damage with no apology pick em off they panic a little manic cause I gotta be frantic Imma jam it cause I’m an oddity. Gobble the track up like I’m grubbin at mama nakas I can pop at you proper cause I’m partners of waka flaka gimme the top of hip hop and watch em make em rock wit a show stopper chakras poppin off the worldwide choppers. If you anybody you notice it, tech is the pinnacle not a identical soul is it loaded cold as the polar get wrote it quick and they quoted it yo it exploded the flow behold it cause when the motor spit. Abadea abadea never ta get free of the real better ya just neal ta me or ready ta get near my heals gimme the knock and Imma chop but he came and he went tomorrah but Imma lock it down and hop in the pocket like empanadas. Hit em up and get em up I ain’t done I ain’t did enough, trip it when I rip it I be the ish when I spit em up, sorta like I was liquored up and backin up in the gut, everybody be knowin I be actin up when I bust. From Missouri ta Canada I be keepin the stamina if you never been a fan of the man the brand is unanimous can I cuss? Fuck anybody tech is calamitous, leave em in the dust ain’t nobody tough when I’m standin up. Tech is hostile he’s awful and really be wicked when he be off in a bottle you wit it you dig it you never lost thee apostle he sick and he give it the poe and toss in Picasso, killin everybody off is the motto and I be the only chopper that’s tossed in a brothel you said its pathetic my head is off in a taco I sped and you bled and you in a coffin when I go!

[Hook]
I’m light years
Ahead of my peers
Want some, you can come bring it right here
Can’t clown me
Don’t come ’round me
Bow down, I was crowned when they found me

(K.C.)

[J.L.]
Check it, I’m ahead of ‘em, chop it up with the veteran
A legend developin’, they gotta tell ‘im it’s evident
Gotta notice an elephant, none of you niggas relevant’
You delicate, I’m lovin’ every second of this

(Denmark)

[Uso - Tranlsation in brackets]
De vil alle tjekke når vi ligger det (They will all check it when we lay it)
kommer ind og smækker det beatet jeg vækker det (coming in and smashing it beatet i’m waking it)
i ved hvad der kommer ud af min mund (you know whats comming out of my mouth)
hanger med de vildeste gutter (hanging with the coolest guys)
det minder mig om vi stikker det af (it reminds me we stapping it (set on fire))
for de kalder mig alle vild worldwide chopper (cause they all call me wild worldwide chopper)

(Alabama)

[Yelawolf]
What if I ran into you wit’ a Pogo stick?
Hopped up on top of you rappers like a Jehovah’s Witness?
Wit’ a photo of Jesus and a paper pamphlet
And I threw up more tracks like I was playin’ Hamlet?
Syllable burnin’, that internal damage
Swing, batter, batter, but then I lay back on a hammock
Under an oak tree, like I was peelin’ pecans
But instead, I’m peelin’ rappers’ heads, makin’ a sam-a-wich
Think I’ma turn into and put a bullet inside of a
Motherfucker from Westside, a 1987 box
I’m headed up, yeah, headed for bucks
Fuck ‘em all, make ‘em feel my dread like I had a head of locks
Feelin’ rebuffed, like you had that shot
But I hopped on the fuckin’ beat and I worldwide chopped
Wanna I fuck wit’ Tech N9ne, well, then fine
I smoke a beat wit’ Mr. Busta Rhymes, well, sure, why not?
Really don’t need to show any more of my cock
But I run across the stadium in a pair of your socks
In a trenchcoat wit’ the pencil and a watch
Then drop a verse before you can focus to beat the clocks
Slumerican is out of control
Heat it up, beat it up, then I gotta go
But I’m a dump truck, just send another load
Peter Piper dump a pile of peppers in your throats
Wit’ an alien probe

[Hook]
I’m light years
Ahead of my peers
Want some, you can come bring it right here
Can’t clown me
Don’t come ’round me
Bow down, I was crowned when they found me

Twista! (Chicago)

[Twista]
Like I gotta focus up in my rhythm
Or loosen the venom and hit ‘em and give ‘em astig-a-ma-tism
And then I’ma spit ‘em somethin’ so full of vengeance
That everybody’ll wanna devour the pieces of my enemies ’cause of cannibalism
Breakin’ ‘em off into particles, they get in a predicament
That be never reversible ’cause a nigga be too versatile
Makin’ you nervous, you could never compete with the colonel
I burn you, I’m an immortal, and that’s the reason I murder you
Focus on my hocus pocus and make a likkle magic
After I wreck and check ya, then ya best pick a better habit
‘Cause I’m an anomaly, able to give a lobotomy
To any motherfucker challengin’ my astronomy
Hoppin’ out, I don’t stop when the flame stone
Now one of the most popular choppers and my name’s known
Throwin’ it up in the air, takin’ it there
We W-W-C, if you can’t keep up, shoulda stayed home
My-my-my alien knowledge be makin’ other astronomers
Welcome to Los Angeles, a discovery of palentology
So play me and I’ma be shinin’ on them haters
I’m finna be usin’ it as energy, watch how radiant I’ma be
Like a helicopter when the words fly
Entire families all the way out to you girl die
If I catch you fuckin’ with the most intricate lyricists
Or even try to stop us ’cause we choppers and we worldwide
And I’m

[Hook]
I’m light years
Ahead of my peers
Want some, you can come bring it right here
Can’t clown me
Don’t come ’round me
Bow down, I was crowned when they found me

(New York)

[Busta Rhymes]
See how they ask when I’ma stomp on my dude
And when I’ma cock it and pop it, and what I’ma drop on my dude
Inevitably, instead I’ma be the most incredible dude
To ever spit on the record and put it together, my dude
And then they ask “What in the world is you provin’?
What, when you already the best? And what the hell is he doin’?”
Well, I’ma be choppin’ and cuttin’ and breakin’ and beatin’ and shakin’
And fuckin’ everything up ’til there ain’t no further mistakin’
And bustin’ everything up like a fuckin’ angry Jamaican
And shuttin’ everything up, ‘specially the ones who be hatin’
They lovin’ everything until I got ‘em stutterin’ stupid
You hear ‘em now? “D-d-d-d-don’t do-do-do-do it!
P-P-P-Please? Wh-wh-wh-why you gotta t-try us?
W-w-w-w-we already know that you be the nicest!”
And now I’ma come and kill ‘em, get ‘em, hit ‘em, and finish ‘em
And bang ‘em in the head and diminish ‘em, and then I’ll
Hit ‘em again at a minimum, repeat comin’ to kill ‘em
Then he be gotta be drillin’ ‘em, thinkin’ “They gotta be feelin’ ‘im!”
Spittin’ lithium, see the way a nigga be spillin’ ‘em?
And gettin’ ‘em stupid to the point where there’s no forgivin’ ‘im?
Hopin’ you’re listenin’ and you’re payin’ attention
And you’re witnessin’ the way that I be crushin’ on the mic
And gettin’ in the zone, I be flattenin’ and packin’ in
People from the front to the back and
They got me actin’ a fool, I’m blackin’, nigga
Now I’m home!

[Hook]
I’m light years
Ahead of my peers
Want some, you can come bring it right here
Can’t clown me
Don’t come ’round me
Bow down, I was crowned when they found me

(Kansas City)

[D-Loc]
…make (something) retire instantly
I’m choppin’, don’t call me Michael Myers in my vicinity
The way I be killin’ ‘em with rhythm, it get illegitimate
The Yela will finish and end any predicament
And the enemies in the vicinity, I gotta mack up
They know they can never get wit’ me whenever they mention me
The hands of a lyrical criminal, more deadly than chemicals
Check my resume, they say that your boy’s biblical

(California)

[Twisted Insane]
..I dead ‘em, I set ‘em, and you can feel me
Diggin’ up in your brain and bringin’ the pain, and y’all fin’ wanna kill me
Fillin’ ‘em with that fury, get up and hurry, you can feel the Remy
Comin’ in wit’ that shit, I’m havin’ a fit, and you will never peel me
I feel you when I’m on top of you, look at the W
You been poppin’ off, I’ma hit ‘em up wit’ a bullet to the (Brain!)
You can look into the eyes of a heathen, breathin’, you’re fiendin’
And dreamin’ to find a demon, I’m insane, I’m a worldwide (Chopper)

Tyler the Creator

[Verse 1:]
This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep
Some food for thought some food for death go ‘head and fucking eat
My father’s dead well I don’t know we’ll never fucking meet
I cut my wrist and play piano cause I’m so depressed
Somebody call the pastor this bastard is so posessed
This meeting just begun, nigga I’m Satan’s son

[Verse 2:]
My mother raised me a single parent so it’s apparent
That I got love for my mother none of you other fuckas
Are much important I’m getting angrier while recording
I’m feeling like the Bulls, I’ve got a Gang of Wolves
Odd Future is children that’s fucked up on they mental
Simple but probably not, fuck ‘em

[Verse 3:]
I’m tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck
Drunk white girls the only way I’ll get my dick sucked
Suspended from school coolest nigga without effort
Easy to spot like black bitches with fake leopard
Soak me up like a tampon but keep the lamp on
Cause this album packs enough evil
That you can’t fit inside a jansport… go to school with this

[Verse 4:]
I go from AP to JC inside of fucking week
Waking up with random girls like “Yo, bitch, how the fuck we meet? “
I stay with grandma she always bitching about her carpet
Every time I walk inside the house she always tend to start shit
No to drugs I never spark it, I used to be bullied for honour classes
By those slow as molasses… take this shit to school

[Verse 5:]
Raquel treat me like my father like a fucking stranger
She still don’t know I made Sarah to strangle her
Not put her in danger and chop her up in the back of a wrangler
All because she said no to homecoming, demons running
Inside my head telling me evil thoughts
I’m the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares I caught… go to sleep

[Verse 6:]
I wear green hats because I’m fortunately lucky
Fuck me the monster said, some how the monster’s dead
Inside of me but the thoughts it tells me are still evil
With this state of mind, big moves, max keeble
I’m on my grind feeble, my music is evil
My fucking samples are too illegal… play this shit in church

[Verse 7:]
I graduated without honors or a fucking father
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He died… no bitch don’t even fucking bother
I wanted a brother my mother I told her
But instead I got a sister, just like me with her mister nada
So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation
That’s having out brains racing like dating… wearing some fucking heelies

[Verse 8:]
I know you fucking feel me, I want to fucking kill me
But times I’m so serious you think I’m silly
I’m doing Big Style Willy couldn’t touch 11-7
What’s religion nigga? I am Legend
I roll with skaters and musicians with an intuition
I created O.F. cause I feel we’re more talented
Than 40 year old rappers talking about Gucci
When they have kids they haven’t seen in years, impressing their peers
With the same problem, the only way to solve them
Is to go to Father’s Day convention with a gold revolver
Life’s a salad I’m a toss it eat that shit up, Rick Ross it
Shit it out, bag it up sell it, I’m so damn rebellious
Cause my mother let me do what I want
She wasn’t careless, protective she was the bear
The shit is so bare, my diary isn’t hid
My father didn’t give a fuck so it’s something I inherit
My mother’s all I have so it’s never meet the parents
When dad left all my line decided to fucking share
This confused boy, I wanna hug all ya
Soy is not the choice, I’m bad milk… drink it

[Verse 9:]
My wrist is all red from the cutter
Dripping cold blood like the winter, the summer
Is never that’s equivalent to me and Sarah
Well that’s not her name but I think this shit is clever
My niggas wanna know if I’m fucking, if I’m kissing
But I’m sitting here downing beers simply just wishing
With tear they try to tell me but I never listen
Cause I don’t give a shit like sitting down pissing
Eighteen, still talking to imaginaries
Hopefully they see the talent I carry just like Jimmy
Losers can never win me, you can never offend me
My goal in life is a Grammy, hopefully momma will attend the
Ceremony with all my homies, I’m suicidal
This my Zombie Circus, I hope the majors heard this
Fuck a deal, I just want my father’s email
So I can tell him how much I fucking hate him in detail 

Worldwide Choppers 

(via ek-tahyp)

[Busta Rhymes]
Before I
Tell ya that im in it just give everybody a movie
They never seen imma hit ‘em with another elbow
Let me get up everybody, on your mark, so ya ready? Lets go
WOW! Ok, here we go again you see the way I’m blowin and
I’m like a mangala the way I be mangalin the beat
they call me DRACULA then you see the FANGS goin in
WOW! Uh huh, everybody know that imma come and imma go
Then I gotta(??) my show
keys to the ignition and step on the gas
and bust a bottle a pour me shot in my glass
where we at where we at WHERE WE AT?
And we back up in the building and we coming with a scorcher
Yall aready know who it is its Busta Bust and Travis Barker
Back seat of me see we gotta go when we hit the fire trucks everybody better know
That we bout to let it blow and we gotta get it you, everybody if your rollin wit me
(Lets go)

[Hook- Lil Jon]
Hey, lets go, lets go, lets go
Hey, lets go, lets go, lets go
Hey, lets go, lets go, lets go

[Twista]
I already spit it to the rhythm of the piano so now I gotta give the drummer some
Put the T up on the track will be phenomenal cuz when it come to havin a hit imma have another one.
Blink 182 times when you the Twista with Travis, madness
Kind of like a savage, grab it and murder it with the ? blood
Im a canvas and its kinda incredible how I spit it and get up of middle intricate piles of a kick drum.
Diabolical, the lyrical flow that’ll swallow if you theoretical thinkin that you can get some.
Imma hit’em with the Lamborghini flow with the speed of a Bugatti
I’m from another planet when I spit a verse with the weed in my body. And imma…
Hurt ‘em every time I get up in the booth, sippin on the liquor 182 proof
Mad when they that shit they neva let me loose outta the cage and seem what imma do
Its Twista the jace and the rock on the track, and hit cha with the Midwest flow
Even if you aint ready yet, all I gotta say is ready set, (lets go)

[Hook]

[Yelawolf]
Drive by, hit chu with the two piece combo while I’m hangin out the window of your Daddy’s Lambo
Scramble eggs, I got scrambled ammo, leave you on top of the water like a banana boat
Yea I’m an animal, everybody’s edible and Yelawolf is headed fo’ your arm and hand and yo….head, I’m a cannibal.
BUT if it’s a man (?) so I can fuck and antelope
Soooo, send him to me in a minute when your finished and ill put him in a vice grip
ill put an end to the image and send it (?) fuckin with the mic grill
(?) pull the trigger back in a submarine with sub machine loaded, in an ocean, high deep, keep him on the submarine imploded
cry my name mothaf-cker bomb an osis, me and im sick in the prog(a)nosis,
got more bars than 45(?) and I put you behind them and I’m like adios bitch
I can make your mamma really proud to know me, and your buck daddy is kinda lonely.
Give me fifty bucks in penny rolls just to be in one of my videos yea homie lets go.