[Part I]
[Intro]
Oh— oh— oh—
Oh— oh— oh—
[Verse 1]
You can get the chrome hit the fitted off your dome
This shit you think you know think I'm kiddin’ then you wrong
This ain't no song, just flexin' my bars
Y’all broke down like the shit in your garage
Put the pressure on your shoulder blade, talk that shit
Show up in a motorcade, fuck that shit
Man everybody knows you fake, plus you a bitch
And everybody knows you hate, hustle and motivate
Everybody knows I'm the GOAT, greatest
How you gonna say I'm not your favorite?
As far as country rap goes everyone's just okay
But you know I'ma go
Crazy white boy get a job done, standin' by myself with a pump
What's up
You fuckboys stand around don't even get shit done, shit’s junk
I’m plugged in like light sockets and plus I am psychotic
Don't bark I bite Mike Tyson, roll dice gamble life that’s in
You shouldn't fuck around with me, fuck around with me
You shouldn't fuck around with me, I won't let it be
I won’t let 'em breathe
RIP to a motherfucker that want war with me
Run up get your ass served VIP
Whoop a bitch nigga ass my specialty
SOB, son of a gun, huh
Look at how fast they run, uh
My pistol it knocks heads off shoulders
That's game over done, uh
[Bridge]
Yeah, there are too many fake motherfuckers doin' this shit and you know
You will never show up where I am
Listen man much respect to all the real dudes
Fuck the fake
[Verse 2]
Whole bunch of hoes and shit hoe clique
No talent havin' ass hoe bitch hoe shit
Buckshot, get rocked, hillbilly hold this
Want smoke? I got it, who wanna get lit?
I ain't tryna hear about your trip
That shits gay as fuck, two dicks, no bitch
Walk around lookin' like a lick, prolly rob these dudes with my fist
Who wanna get it rockin'? It ain't ever been a problem
We can hit 'em with a shotgun, you ain't gonna see tomorrow
He a motherfuckin' goner, I'm a motherfuckin' gunner
Ain't that a motherfucker, motherfucker, motherfucker?
Leave 'em on slump shit, bump my shit
Took a city boy to show you what country is
Pull my boots on then kicked in the door
And lets burn the rap sense bitch this is war
[Part II]
[Verse 3]
Sittin' shotgun with a shotgun I've been poppin'
Since Master P and Silkk the Shocker had 'em sayin' uhh
We can get it rockin' it ain't never been a problem
Fuck boy we ain't worried about none
We can get it done, I'ma be the one
Better run Forrest run Forrest run, run for it run for it run
You can bring a knife and I'ma bring a gun
Pow, wow, I just bought a new house
Livin' up north you can see it from the south
Who's that peepin' in my window?
Pow, nobody, nobody now
You ain't talkin' 'bout me then nobody counts
On top of the mountain, nobody around
Fuck the mainstream I'll remain underground
All alone on the throne where the fuck is my crown?
Whoa, oh, you ain't got no soul you fuckers outta control
You microwave while I cook on the stove
Y'all Betty Crocker's I'm cookin' up dough
[Chorus]
I'm a goon in this rap shit
Y'all lookin' like food in this rap shit
I'm a fool with this rap shit
One more album and I'm through with this rap shit
[Verse 4]
What more I gotta do to prove I ain't number two?
Bitch who the fuck are you
Writin' three number one's you ain't did shit once
I'ma do this shit again just incase you needed proof, ooh
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson, I've been OutKastin'
Do this for practice, line after line how I'm catchin' these rappers
Way too much talkin' bitch, where is the action?
Bitch I'm just askin'? What the fuck happened?
The game ain't the same so I came did my thing
I created the lane now I'm done with this rap shit