INTRO
[voicemail audio]
HOOK
No, I ain’t got animosity
You know the money ain’t a loss for me
You ain’t shit, ain’t the boss of me
Ain’t in church, so you ain’t crossing me
VERSE ONE
I ain’t the one with the problem
You’re the one hollerin’
I’m bullshit intolerant
What problem can I probably
Solve with this solvent?
Ain’t redacted no document
I archived our content
Every contract and comment
Won’t delete a receipt
Your defeat will be prominent!
You wanted lawyers involved?
Well, I’m already on it
In jail again, you’re-in (urine)
So often
I call it incontinent…
This deposition’s a sonnet
A flask in my hand
Spittin’ this damn random anthem
Drinkin’ and drivin’ in tandem
I’m amassin’ a fandom
Driven like gas in the phantom
I need one more aspirin
Bars crammed on a napkin
Cars crash and
You eat while I’m
Trapped in a famine
Call me the fodder
But I ain’t the cannon
I don’t give a damn-when
I’m being off brand
And I don’t understand
How I’m getting hotter
Surrounded by fans!
Palming volumes of Valium
I’m drawin a crowd-in
Show at the Bellagio
I fall in a fountain
I’m down and they’re countin
Their fists up and pounding
“Too slow” like adagio
Get with the drowning!
HOOK
No, I ain’t got animosity
You know the money ain’t a loss for me
You ain’t shit, ain’t the boss of me
Ain’t in church, so you ain’t crossing me
VERSE TWO
I ain’t the one being violent
But go on and try it
I ain’t staying silent
Promised me Pitchfork
But I got a trident
You wanna burn me, but
I bring the hydrant
You’ve been the tyrant!
You stay at the Hyatt
And I can’t pay my-rent
Ask you for my split
And accuse me of entitlement
But I ain’t the one with the loft
This is kick-off
Arm(ed) to the teeth
Like you got a sick cough
I’m sharp as a tack, dawg
Like an attack dog
You better flee (flea)
Cuz I’m ticked off, so back off!
I got receipts
Sheets on a back log
You ain’t seeing through the trees to me
Like a back log!
When you speak it’s just perjury
Cut deep like you’re in surgery
The judge gives you the third degree
Burn you, it’s a third degree
If bull was taught in school
Then you’d probably earn a P H D
That means ‘piled high and deep’
Congrats cuz that’s your third degree!
I guess I’m learnin’ a lesson
In how to spot a fraud
Who only talks out his rectum
I wreck you in court
And then nod like “you’re welcome.”
Well I digress
I’m a hard pill to swallow
Even harder to digest
Put you behind a-bar like Pablo Esc
You turn my stomach like IBS
I’m so truthful when I speak
It’s like, I undress
Cuz I only talk shit, when I BS
OUTRO