Stabbed in the back so they praise me like Caesar

Your girl playing games so I call her dick teaser

Bang with the beats, boy I blow out them speakers

I need to get higher like "where is my reefer?"

Whipping up chemicals using these beakers

Get cash from glass, that's a shout-out these tweakers

Taking command, nombre Chief or the Leader

Satisfy ladies, they call me The Pleaser

Find me in the movies, not in the theaters

Catch hoes on camera just like it's Cheaters

And shit, I wish I knew the procedure

So I could fuck a slut deeper, break her femur

Ice on my neck so I look like a freezer

Fuck up your body, you're next to have seizures

Used to inspire like I was a teacher

Now I'm a goblin, a ghoul, and a creature

Put my balls between her legs

Call that wide-receiver

Gun named a heater

Clip style is that trigger-repeater

Don't need a feature, I'm sick like the fever

Been drinking that cleaner, cause boy I been eager, to die

I'm leanin, that tower of Pisa, got lean by the gallon

Stack bottles of liters, I'm high

Acid sheet lenghty, it's closer to a meter

11,000 fans, that's a whole lotta bleachers

I'm tight(tied) and got soul, it remind you of the sneakers

They can learn a lot from my words like a preacher

Came in her hair now it's slicked like a Greaser

She grabbed my balls like Harry Potter's seeker

My metaphors are strong, yours are weaker

I could spend all fucking day on Reaper

Crew might be clowns

I wear the crown, ring-leader

Pick peppers

With the piper style, Peter

MPH looks too slow

Switch that bitch, gas range kilometer

Okay ain't enough, I want my house to be neater

Dream car is humble, catch me whipping a Beamer

See you at the Walmart, like hey you the greeter

Playing monkey games, why you act like a Lemur?

Bitch you screwed the pooch like you the doggie breeder

Careful you don't fall, you remind me of the Bieber

Cock is too small, on the look-out for the tweezers

Under the rug, like the janitors sweeper

Too cool for phones, but you buzz with a beeper

You're so fuckin hip, man, I bet you love Weezer

Tat on my forearm, not scared of Grim Reapers

Bad on my own bitch, you fuck off with features

Coffee to the creamer, damn to the beaver

Don't like your style, bitch ditch your demeanor

I know your girls mouth, I could be her lip reader

You suckin dick boy, you not a cheefer

Your weed is cheaper, than all that I've seen

You sip on that ether, pretending it's lean

I'm living in leisure, you angry and mean

Like life is a bastard, but it can be keen

I found two bad bitches

But I wanted neither

Would rather push buttons on my cell

Show your girl that I'm sweeter

Look in her window, like I am a peeper

You a bad boyfriend so shit I'ma treat her

Nick-name, virginity keeper

Got her eggs, EASTER