(Intro)
Hello folks
I go by the name of E to the Fficient
We're about to get rough, rugged, and raw for a minute
Wait you stole that! You stole that from Preemo! Just, just stop what ya doing!
Ahh f** it... Here we go....
Verse 1:
Whats up kids?
I need a favor
Im tryna text message
A piece of paper
Send a Fuk to your dad
Cause hes a hater
With no C but we'll see
When I see ya later
Yeah, Im just
Tryna live home free
No rent and no job
Then Ill be home free
Spit it accapella
So I can be home free
With a co*ked beretta
Taking shots like a goalie
No beat a broke teen
With no cheese
Tryna make this bread
For my baloney
Moldy, all I want
Is a hoagie
Do whatever I can so I don't feel
Lonely
Whoa hes
Go that marketing scheme
Soul purpose is
Targeting teens
Only here to get
Lost in our dreams
Where kids wear their
Motherf**ing hearts on their sleeves
Chorus:
[scratches] All an emcee wants is to rap
[scratches] So lets show em why their wack
[scratches] You're the wackest around
[scratches] Thats why I have to get down
Verse 2:
Like a stripper my
Incomes gross
The net worth
Of a desk clerks coat
The sweat shirts
Textures coach
Except her
Leathers broke
HAHA! All I do
Is network yo
I spit bout dirty money
And clever jokes
Wait! Lets
Have s** first hoe
And I will
Respect her vote
We're together
Forever though
So I'll never
Let her go
Ill smack her
If the efforts low
So you should learn
The legwork most
I got like 5
Records sold
Cause this games like
Tether ball
You swing your balls
Oil the treasure is yours
And make sure that you
Never....(Choking)
Chorus:
[scratches] All an emcee wants is to rap
[scratches] So lets show em why their wack
[scratches] You're the wackest around
[scratches] Thats why I have to get down
Verse 3:
When you're down to nothing
Like they say
Gods up to something
But when Im up to something
Im looking down at nothing
Still can see my big cucumber
Its reaching out
All the way to jupiter
Ill murder marines
Imma crew cutter
This how to rap
For all you newcomers
My punchlines
Have wisdom and depth
Or make me look like
The biggest dick head
Whose twisted
And sick in his head
I need a princess whose
Lipstick is red
Imma dipsh** with
A stiff dick in bed
All critics that
Nitpick are dead
My lyrics
Are vicious and shred
Known for being gifted
And rhythmic instead
Chorus:
[scratches] All an emcee wants is to rap
[scratches] So lets show em why their wack
[scratches] You're the wackest around
[scratches] Thats why I have to get down