[Intro: g00db0iii]
Good morning motherfuckers, what the fuck is up?
When every fucking day is just a clusterfuck
One on one coming for the jugular
And it's the same old shit, so why you think they call this shit the fucking news?
In a booth
In a red mask with the motherfucking blues
[Verse 1; g00db0iii]
I don't got time to argue with it
Why, why why? I'm too sexy for that shit
I'm not petty, or that shit
You not ready for that shit
Might go lefty with the hits
I'm invested in my sound
No [?]
They gon' rip me off the shelf
They gon' feel that [?], hell
I didn't do shit to deserve this
I didn't sign up for this circus
I put my life in these verses
You stuck a knife in the person
That's just trying to help, and I get how you felt
But I'm pissed off as well
'Cause you're pissing away all the shit that we built
And there will come a day when the karma come out like a drill
Clip that is filled
I'ma just chill
And wait for the day
And you can't take that away
Take it all back
I'm painting it black
You paint me a villain, I'm painting this track
I'm paining my pain, you a pain in my back (uh uh)
And that was the thing that you were supposed to have like a spine
Walking around with no spine, though
My judgement is clouded, my eyes closed
I open my eyes, and the giant woke
And your mental state is deteriorating
So I do not take that shit personally
Personally it ain't worth it to me
When your talk is cheap, and my worth is a fee
[Chorus: g00db0iii]
So thank you very much, but I don't need your recognition
Needle to the record for the record Armageddon
What's the [?], I'ma get it
I'm not, I'm not kidding
Got a, new group of friends
And they sure do look like your old group of friends
I'm too close to the edge
I'm so cold, I confess
Bitch I'm frozen to death, ay
[Verse 2: Nigel T]
Fuck this rap shit
I need cash quick
I might steal a van and pull some Breaking Bad shit
Pussy shut your fat lips
You so average
Spitting wicked while I'm tripping of the tablets
[Bridge: Nigel T]
Don't talk to me
Don't talk to me
Don't talk to me
Don't talk to me
Don't talk to me
Don't talk to me
Don't talk to me
Don't talk to me
[Bridge: Heavy Knee]
I said leave me alone, I don't fuck with you fakers
All in my zone while I stunt on these haters
Keep me glocky 'cause y'all be so weird
One in the chamber there's no one I fear
Come over here and I'll let it all go
They callin' me Elsa, I'm coming so cold
When I'm up in the cut like bacteria
If it ain't 'bout that money I'm gettin' rid of it
[Verse 3: Heavy Knee]
In a mosh pit, all super lit
Never gave a shit, when on the liq
'Bouta transform like Pickle Rick
'Bouta switch up and I stay on that green
Like I'm bouta putt, keep me on some clovers
Like good luck, I'm high as fuck
Like little Susie on the first of the month
Come with the smoke like a pyro
Spittin' that fire like Spyro
I'll take flight fuck a high road
Unless we blazin' and driving
My biiidness I am minding
Not worried about your whining
Keep my head low and keep grinding
Bars on bars like a Xan pheen
I'll go to war for my damn team
Up on the stage we are so mean
Roldy 'bout to rage, get up out my way
I run the game, fuck what you say
If you wanna play, don't try me
I don't leave the crib without a blammy
And I don't fight yo, I got a bad knee
Pull it out start blasting
Come back and shoot your casket
Like rest in pieces, I look like Jesus
Now get blessed, sippin' wine and getting bread
Watching the money all pile up
All of you slower than dialup
Must be that lean in y'all cup
I am so major you minor
I am the truth you a liar
All in the booth yeah it's fire
All on a roll like a tire
Waking up y'all tired
Don't sleep on me, that Heavy Knee
Get hit with a wave like New Orleans
Now get outta my way I'm going in
Get outta my face, no Nick Cage
Maw sorry mom, this ain't a phase
Since the beginning, I been this way
I been crazy, prolly never change
All of you rappers are super lame
Boutta be Chaos, get out of our lane
[Bridge: Nigel T]
Don't talk to me
Don't talk to me
Don't talk to me
[Chorus: g00db0iii]
So thank you very much, but I don't need your recognition
Needle to the record for the record Armageddon
What's the [?], I'ma get it
I'm not, I'm not kidding
Got a, new group of friends
And they sure do look like your old group of friends
I'm too close to the edge
I'm so cold, I confess
Bitch I'm frozen to death, ay
[Bridge: SouthSideSaint and g00db0iii]
Why the fuck you out here looking like my next lick? (Yeah)
Why the fuck you out here looking like my next bitch? (Alright)
Why the fuck you out here looking like my breakfast? (Yeah)
Now why you think I give a fuck 'bout who your ex is? (I don't)