Mighty Mouse Trap Rap (M.M.T.R)

Some of y'all act hard, but you really ain't got no thug in you

Wonder who put that drug in you, buggin' bruh

Cock 1000 Mississippi, you pussies still ain't got to the poppin' maine

Shit talking and walking, what you talking maine, stop it maine

A philosopher with street antiquate educated rhetoric elevated

I'm slated to be the unders greatest

You never heard about word of mouth

Gossip girls herb em out, on the pearls, heard about, no doubt

Fabrication in segments, hate that you niggas faking

The papers you making, eye contact, now I'm at your hand shaking

Waking rappers back up to reality, rather be quality over quantity

Honestly, half of these actors be drag queens

Others is caffeine, quick shop disc, chop

Just give me my hip hop

Back to the basics, I take it away from the fake shit

Wrong pill, talking matrix, bitch

Hook (repeated x2)

Here I come to save the day, for the ones that fade away

Give a fuck what niggas say, ok, ok

I ain't looking at dudes, I'm looking past you

What happened to the real shit dog

When you really could feel shit dog

Niggas frauds, bitches is rapping they rappin' nigga's broads

Dog, give back my lyrics cause, in the blood feel it

Ain't no gang type shit, this spreading the love

Penitentiaries pack us, in the hand cuffs

Enough to drive a man mask gloves

Pocka, pocka, blus, talking in god we trust

And the mighty dollar lust

While we stuck betties riding patties to county for us

Yeah, just the way it is, way it was, way it will forever be

Till the end of these cubs, no longer give me buzz

Hold on to memory out, asking Sean Trevor

Troy, M.O.K. above

Stay that biggy, pay for emc and emciing

And homies pray, so that they also leaving

When they've no escape, no more sour on the plate

Fuck the haters, let em hate, make it at your own pace player!

Hook (repeated x2)

Here I come to save the day, for the ones that fade away

Give a fuck what niggas say, ok, ok

I ain't looking at dudes, I'm looking past you

Nigga this, nigga that, nigga juke upon that your fitted cap

Better go get that wig and tac, you don't know where to get rid of that

Weirdos getting tears, don't got no skills for real, don't really rap

Here go that, whole share go slap, her lips on dick from pills in fact

Young niggas just like you so, riding dick to get the dough

Hugs and kisses x and o, tic tac toe that's backio

Rap before was bout to flow, dope ass be the killer show

Common called y'all niggas, still actin like you killer dope

Music just don't feel no more, music just ain't ill no more

Music ain't really real no more, y'all real housewife MTV shows

Ass, ass, ass, ass, ass, ass - really though?

Kirko Bang on my brain, love the chain wearing blow

MTV raps, you sugar-coat

Nicki minaj silicone, what type of shit you bitches on

Some of these [?] he'll be my son, some of these raps and some of these poems

Some of these don't and some belong, Gotta get the picture clear, gone!

Hook (repeated x2)

Here I come to save the day, for the ones that fade away

Give a fuck what niggas say, ok, ok

I ain't looking at dudes, I'm looking past you