(Da Assa**in)
Yo
At birth I was born with the biggest middle finger on Earth
The first time I went to stick it up the sh** hurt
Moms wouldn't take it, the b**h still hates me
One day she said, "Go rake leaves," I said, "Make me!"
I'm proud to announce I was probably the first kid
Who was kicked out of his house for making fart sounds with his mouth
Arguing with me and mom was on-going
She called law enforcement when I broke the lawn mower
The s*ut gave me a truck when I turned sixteen
I went to start it and it screamed, "Please fix me!"
Back then, when Will Smith was still the Fresh Prince
And him and Jeff were still best friends, I guess then
I decided to cut cla** to rap full time
And get the f** outta the fake school and rhyme
Anybody who thinks this f**in attitude is a gimmick
Come and see me, see if I don't live up to this image
Break sh**! (scratched) (4x)
"No...you hear me! You go to hell!" (Crazy Ray)
Yo, y'all rappers have never learned
That's why I'm f**in wit y'all
Run around telling people they can f** wit Crazy Ray
I bring it to your high school, smoke the prom
Put your brother in an air lock, choke your mom
Cause any horror like a playoff lost in game seven
Walk around ripping on n***as madder that James Evans
My left hand's sharp it moves freestyle ultra
Slap my dick like Kool Keith
f** like you stole from me, and rules the streets
I don't wanna have to f** you up, so cool cease
Crazy Ray be the chosen thug
What I spit be cold juice like a fruitful hug
Run the streets while you're stuck at home
My temper like Bushwick Bill f**er leave me the f** alone
I've been jealous since n***as been windmillin'
These cats just started to rhyme, my pen's spillin'
And moms just told me to act, I've been wheelin'
So boy just slow your deck, I've been stealin'
I wet rappers cause it's me and Jimmy
I guess I just don't give a f** like Jimmy
Burglarize take busts with the slugs
Come in your window and bustin' your club
Put the heat up I teach these n***az what to s**
And my young lords, when to stand up and light the Dutch (scratching) (4x)
"No...you hear me! You go to hell!" (Da Assa**in)
I ended my last show with a horse swingin' a la**o
Drunked with the a**hole ripped out of an old bathrobe
Cause I don't give a f**, you better understand that
Two Zantacs I give a f** if I sound whack
Billboard, d** is what I k** for
I'm Happy Gilmore, you slip me anything in pill form
I'm in to mingle but I plan to stay single
Play bingo and drink, get old and watch my face wrinkle
Sike, I'm 18; two more birthdays
and I'm blowin my brains out when I'm twenty
As long as my heart beats I'ma keep trying to see
How much speed I can eat before I fall the f** asleep
So "I'm the Rapper, and he's the DJ"
I'm the one that's got the six year old nephew screamin "F/U/C/K"
So Jeff, give me a scratch (scratched: "No!")
Y'all can kiss my a** until your lips stick to my pants (scratched) (5x):
"No...you hear me! You go to hell!"