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 f**ing b**h or what?
Everybody think they got a chick that don't
s** co*k soon as they on trips but don't
Be so quick to a**ume 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 f** 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 b**h in your genes motherf** 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 f** 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 f** 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 f**'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 f** you up
I am outta control, and I troll you f**ing c*nts
You a toilet to me, I only hug you when I'm drunk
I'ma solider so please, you better s** my f**ing 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 f**ing words, like *braaap swag*
I got a lot of stuff, they can learn a thang
But they know Mads, I'ma dirt-bag
I f** sh** up and I burn *pang*
Pain in the bu*t, *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 f** 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 b**h, you motherf**ers 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 who*e you don't, gotta be ah
Full blown retard, understand you don't got a chance with me, nah
And I feel like n9na, I believe a ballerina hide inside you
Look like a peaco*k
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 f** Mads
They leave in body bags, and I, cuffs
And everybody laugh 'til I bust
Some motherf**ing rap, and I just
Made everybody clap, and I dust
These little f**ing brats, and I cuss
Cause I am just so f**ing 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 a**
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 sk**s, no crown, and the people that book
Acts
They believe
I'ma clown, 'til they taste my attack