[Hook: J.K. The Rapper]
k**a k**a k**a
Im the f**ing Son Of Sam son of satan
Shout out to the mother f**ing raiders
These other rap n***as
Turned f*g wearing makeup
Tell em f** em all till they hate us
[Verse 1: J.K. The Rapper]
b**h I think I'm based god hoes on my dick cause I look like Oprah
f** a name gang fang sharper then a cobra
Chilling on my sofa
Watching beavis and bu*thead
These underground rappers don't get enough cred
f** it we might as well come up and and rape the industry
No matter your opinion your gonna remeber me making history
f**ing up the whole of facade
Of the these rap n***as thats so soft
But swearing they go go hard
Its so odd I'm f**ing up these n***as future
Ask drake what his favorite color is fuchsia
f**ing f*ggot fairy tales f**ing up the frail mind of the ignorant
See it on tv and they surely get in to it
I'm more interested in that triple 6 mafia riding in the chevy bumping lord infamous
Know I'm high really high first verse is the sh** b**h
But thats something you wouldn't get
[Hook: J.K. The Rapper]
k**a k**a k**a
Im the f**ing Son Of Sam son of satan
Shout out to the mother f**ing raiders
These other rap n***as
Turned f*g wearing makeup
Still yelling f** em all till they hate us
k**a k**a k**a
Im the f**ing Son Of Sam son of satan
Shout out to the mother f**ing raiders
These other rap n***as
Turned f*g wearing makeup
Tell em f** em all till they hate us