[Intro]
(I only got one question)
(Motherf**ers you ready?)
[Verse]
Percussionist k**ing drums,theres a oxymoron
These razor sharp lyrics got you bleeding non stop
Funny cuz the result was the exact opposite wit your mom (ha!)
Motherf**ers can't believe it, askin' for half a tampon (nah)
Others can't handle it asking for one and a half dawg (nanana)
You got thrown on your back while singing along
In other words I flipped the bird time for the barbecue sauce
Check the barbies queued on my lawn
Plastic b**hes pissin me off
Call my neighbor babylon cause I'm bout to go all Sadam
That's right I'm droppin the bomb
I'm a Proud arab til I'm gone
Playin with my stereotypes til the stereo hypes get lost
f** y'all doin to hip hop?Y'all don't want me to flip
And start hoppin these hips like a G with an AK, 80 bullets
Firmly oppose your sh** being labeled as rap
Matter a fact,call me GATAK
There won't be no f**in running back
When its all in 2D homie
Makin your vision fit your craft
Your mindscape and your raps
Hop for coins and get clapped
(He blastin' bars like a claustrophobic arab in Alcatraz)
(Damn straight!)
[Interlude]
-Alright hold up hold up
-What the f**?
-Cut this sh** off
-It's that f**in f*ggot
-Kag I can't believe you're still doing this psychotic sh** i told you i will..
-Ya zaber ayre,I will f** the living sh** out of you if you interrupt another one of my songs ya ebn el charmouta l menteike
-Oh o.. okay,I'm sor...
-And you,the f*ggot behind the board
-Me?
-Beddak nik albak ya 7mar?
-No what did I...
-No?So you do not pause the f**ing sh** if anybody tells nyou to,you only pause it if I tell you to
-O.. Okay sir okay
-Now play it
-Okay
[Verse continuation]
Hope you like Casper, inspect yo plasma TV and see me
Turn these boulevards of broken dreams into a f**in ghost city
I'm a f**in malfunctioning
Excuse for a human being
Thinking the world revolves around me and expecting tropism
[But gee That all changed when the f**ing Grammys]
Became a dil*o factory instead of an award ceremony
One gay rights song really got em co*ky
Real fans are done actin goodie goodie
f** mad kids, I'm bout to put this city
In the quarantine zone,contagious insanity
But as we all know awards ain't sh** to out bread
Im stayin' cold cuz the media ain't covering me
"Who the hell is he? That's Karim, G!"
And I'mma keep going til my middle name's "Oh sh**",ya feel me? Imma...
[Outro]
-What the f** did I just say?
-What?No No please don't shot I swear to god I...I swear to god i did not touch the pau...
-Don't bother pointing that at him KAG,it was me okay,I mean I I just had to do it.You don't know how to rap about f**ing b**hes,you don't know how to rap about money stacks,you don't know how to rap about popping bottles,you don't f**ing know how to rap about anything that people would actually care about.So I decided to cut you short,you're not f**ing rapping again.The only way you're getting to this godamn mic is over my dead body....so what do you gotta say about tha...(Gunshots)
-Was that clear enough motherf**er or do you want me to repeat it,ha!
-You just f**ing shot him I'm calling the co..(Gunshots)
-Who are you calling you f**ing motherf**er nik emmak kess o5ta!
-sh**!This f**ing sh** is relaxing man.I bet Gandhi did this all the time to meditate.Get ready for the mixtape motehrf**ers it's coming,ha!