DM3 on the track, if you couldn't tell
And everybody hating cuz I'm hotter than the hell
And you know I spit bars i'm not talking bout a cell
So no I'm talking bout the sh** that I can spit and I can spell
All the ladies bugging me like they want time
They care about the money, they don't care about a rhyme
Even to the girls who a ten like a dime
Get it through your skull, DM3 is on a climb
Haters coppin out, but I ain't talking federal
So i'm looking at your bussin, and I wonder if it's credible
So i'm running all the rapping, I am kinda like a general
I'm chopping up the beats so it prolly use a medical
Lol you think I need a breath?
Thinking i'm the weak could be the reason for your d**h
You might think you cool getting lit off meth
But you fools are getting played like the play macbeth
I know that I am better than all your stupid trickery
You think that you are better but you're older than a hickory
Will you blow up? Sorry that's a mystery
But I'm sick and fricking tired of dealing with your misery
Why you jelly? Cuz I'm cool
You prolly just thirsty, give her a pool
Honestly tho, you're a tool
You the fuel to the fool, who will cause me to drool
I run this sh**, no gas, no break
Like anna mae, you eat that cake
You jealous of the sh** I make
Let It Bang Let It Bang Let It Bang One Take
I'm spitting all the voodoo, and the fire going through you
And you crying like a b**boo, kinda crazy like you cuckoo
I'm the sh** like I am doodoo, maybe someone you could look to
If you bawlin here's a tissue, this is just a hallabaloo
Running like a bunny, while I'm making all the money
And you tryna take it from me, if you try it will be bloody
And I make my honey muddy, and she want it in her tummy
But she looking kinda crummy, so I tell er get off me
I know you mad that I didn't screw up
I can rap, I can rhyme, so please shut up
That should make em say wa**up
Cuz I'm the sh**, no s**, no cup