Yeah, I’m back again

Cut the cord, I’ma attack this pen

18 holes, me smashing them

Not the sport, me smacking them

I don’t do golf, but I’m stacking them

God damn points, what happened when

You underestimate, the pace and chase a crazed little face who’s strange enough to play bait

Now listen up, everybody got a fucking bitch or what?

Everybody think they got a chick that don’t

Suck cock soon as they on trips but don’t

Be so quick to assume she be faithful

When the truth is she be thinking about a dude that is not you

And it’s nachos dipping womb, in her room like boom-biddy-boom

Put a condom on, 'bout to fuck your feelings

You, had it on lock but I knocked the door

Twats leave this building

I’m, hip-hop and I rock

Damien said that I’m easy to mock

So is Biggie and Pac, if you got bitch in your genes motherfuck your opinion, ah!

It’s on little lama, gone in your mama, moan like I’m dada, song full of drama

Don’t give a fuck nah, alone in pajamas, so I can blabla, no gonna stop mads

Son, I’m your fatha, loan me your motha

Hoes be traumatized, and I’m kinda tight

When I grab the mic, so fuck your life, yes I do bite

That I’d be wack, who could ever think that?

All I do is rap, I attack, where the fuck's my ink at

This is my house, you the rat, better stop, you’ve been bad

I got a cat, with a gat, so bye bye with a big bang

I am jealous and that’s why I fuck you up

I am outta control, and I troll you fucking cunts

You a toilet to me, I only hug you when I’m drunk

I’ma solider so please, you better suck my fucking nuts, like (ahh)

Can somebody give these G’s some pills and a big gin

Let em’ get a piece or the breeze of cheese

And the keys to the feels of a real street-king

They don’t wanna bleed, nobody speak

But everybody got a funny tweet when I sleep

So let’s see, when it’s time to meet

You better talk sweet to me, cause I’m MV

Yeah, I heard em’ sang

A lot of fucking words, like *braaap swag*

I got a lot of stuff, they can learn a thang

But they know Mads, I’ma dirt-bag

I fuck shit up and I burn *pang*

Pain in the butt, *you gon’ learn today*

They call themselves eternal, but the journal just say turtle gang

And this is over you see, you got a click full of psychos?

I got a pitbull in me, you got no rhythm or system

And I just dribble the beat

I smash bars so hard so prison cannot stop me

I’m free

Yeah and I bet that, you know what the fuck I mean

When I say you better go play dead

While I’m out just livin' my dream

And I might just make no exceptions

You either on or off my team

So everybody bumping this bitch, you motherfuckers ain’t cool with me!

Cause he lie so much

And I think it’s time for me to tell you guys what's up

He tried to get in touch with me, asking for collabs and such

And when I told him “nope”, he went on telling childish stuff, and I’m like;

Why you makin' up stories bro?

I dissed you in a cypher, now you say I called your phone?

Asking for permission to diss you before the song?

That doesn’t make any sense, you little whore you don’t, gotta be ah

Full blown retard, understand you don’t got a chance with me, nah

And I feel like Ninna, I believe a ballerina hide inside you

Look like a peacock

With beard and brains of a peanut

I’m weird but I race and restart

Never share my ways, gotta be smart

They say I’m bad and fuck Mads

They leave in body bags, and I, cuffs

And everybody laugh 'til I bust

Some motherfucking rap, and I just

Made everybody clap, and I dust

These little fucking brats, and I cuss

Cause I am just so fucking tired of liars

Tryna put out my fire

And your album, sounds like a -draft-

And your MV-diss anthem, I heard it, and laughed

I got fans, with a magnum, converting your ass

To a van, no ransom? Hurting you bad

It’s a wrap

So give me thumbs down and give me the look

I’ll turn the screen upside down, and pretend that it's good

I got skills, no crown, and the people that book

Acts

They believe

I’ma clown, 'til they taste my attack