I made it known that I'm legit
If you can't run you should at least hide
I'll leave your a** with more
Bulletholes than the East Side
Shoutout to my fans 'cuz I know that y'all been missing me
And f** you to the haters 'cuz I know that ya'll been dissing me
Just bought another kilo and my dealer feeling rich
And guess who's f**ing back? IT'S DJ MILLER IN THIS b*tch
(pause)
I'm flying in the spirit flow like I'm sh**ting off a plane
Drive my Lambo at 200 man you ain't even in my lane
Light a blunt while I f**, bust a nut, clog a drain
Then she s**, snake the pipe, my kids be swimming through her veins
My haters be like pigeons cuz they so bird brained
On their knees for bread crumbs while I'm making it rain
My haters be fragile like they made of porcelain
They be mad 'cuz the girls s** my dick like candy cane
Thank God it's DJ Miller in this b**h
I got codeine making lean selling green I'm feeling rich
I'm getting money in this b**h, call me Mr. f**ing Krabs
'Cuz I'm feeling this sh** and I'm feeling your b**h
On the first date does she take dick take a rest stop find out real quick
'Cuz she know that I'm dope yeah the answer clear as lasic
Whisper 'best there ever is' while she splitting on this dick
And I'll throw these f**ing hundreds on my Roger Clemens pitch
(play ball)
You people wonder how I'm so profane
You wonder how I f** so much you wonder why I smoke c**aine
You wonder how I spit a rhymes and turn this into giant flames
(Breaking news, this just in)
DJ Miller's Insane
INSANE INSANE like I'm f**ing David Blaine
INSANE INSANE got your girl to run a train
INSANE INSANE literal mountains of c**aine
INSANE INSANE let me hope off this refrain
Sweating bullets while I'm swimming balls deep in your mother
Drinking Everclear and Gatorade: prime perform recover
I'll f** both your girls then I'll watch 'em f** each other
(b**h: did you really just say that)
b**h did I f**ing stutter
Yea I go dumb failing every single cla**
I don't need no degree 'cuz i rhyme so f**ing fast
I could be a farmer 'cuz I plant and move that gra**
And I don't need no John Deere for me to plow your girls a**
INSANE INSANE cold blooded and deranged
INSANE INSANE Die Hard like John McClane
INSANE INSANE pop the p**y like champagne
INSANE INSANE hoes and money on my brain
INSANE INSANE too legit I'll never change
INSANE INSANE Bugs Bunny carrots on my chain
INSANE INSANE with the pen like Mark Twain
INSANE INSANE k**ing rappers inhumane