[Intro: Scene from Half Baked]
Manager: Still waiting on that hamburger Julio
Scarface: f** you, f** you, f** you, you're cool, and f** you I'm out!
[Verse 1]
What's up mother f**ers I'm back
Bout to be the dump truck in the game of rap
Know I give no f** donuts what y'all doing while I go nuts
Roll blunts got y'all puking!
Y'all be spitting all your best bars
But I play you like Yu-Gi-Oh! cards
Because they're weak man my sh**'s so hard
That a shard could have sparked in the mother f**ing dark
But be careful y'all will get hooked
Word of my mob will leave you shook
Word we the bomb saying f** the book
Rather blow up on my own without a paper push
Bring the kush like a snapback where ever I go
Bang the puss smack dat a** back for every hoe
I'm a trap rat with a loud pack you don't even know
My clan we thugging on some squad sh** moving Os then going ghost
When we taking over this place
Put em in a comatose or lay em down to their graves
May get arthritis from how much I crack my knuckles
But I got two little birds for haters b**h f** em
[Hook]
Send my doves out and make that purple rain
I don't sweat the haters spice it up with old main
Cla**ic rock dubstep I don't give a f**
I got two little birds I'm about to send them up, b**h!
Two little birds I got two little birds!
X8
[Verse 2]
Two little birds for fools who get hurt
Stepping on a track with me better work
f** this game man slide my hand up it's skirt
I think she just came and now she gon twerk
On my dick like your girlfriend
Wanted my ham yeah she starving
Wanted some glam got her sterling
b**h knows that she silver
b**hes never ever going to be important to me like Ed Gein but I'm a k**er!
Too raw k**er cat piller
Too raw written raps iller than stomach filler spiller food poisoning
Mother f**er better bring your boys on in
With a mother f**ing tank step to nightmare noise won't win
Conquer this game Alabaster that's great
I'm a ba*tard spread hate
f**ing faster than rape
Mother f**er stabbing your face
And grabbing the lace
Just to reshape the cadaver I be laughing after the wake
Shatter plates over your crack addict face
No mathematics I'm subtracting this a** backwards game
I grab at your hap hazard taste and say
Eat some gra** after a** grabbing you waste
Cash stacking a good way, to decay
Every single bit of happiness straight out of your brain
If you're about to refrain
Then, may just bow down to Jay
Or bow out of this place
Get out now while you still have your grace, b**h
[Hook]
Send my doves out and make that purple rain
I don't sweat the haters spice it up with old main
Cla**ic rock dubstep I don't give a f**
I got two little birds I'm about to send them up, b**h!
Two little birds I got two little birds!
X8
[Verse 3]
Messiah complex when I'm too high, I'm complex
If grinding was a contest, I'd be top a high list
With Chai's West, Cyrus, and all them other fly kids
So called role models
Rather just blast a bit of shady bump that old squabble
Dump out a bottle
For my homies they'd tell you to f** off
They'd cut you and gut you and probably take your bucks off
Or dust off some dust cough and get
High as f** nauseous throw up in your face and give you the bird ya b**h
Obnoxious how I vomit on this comet headed for the game
I am the sh**, stomping like sir Hankey was my name
I am bombing Hiroshima talking yeah this is my reign
So quit squawking for I'm Brock and b**h you will feel the pain
I'm atomic in the way I shake up your city
I'm blasting fools quickly like taking the Henny
Here's my two cents I'm never taking a penny
Go f** yourself b**h shove a rake in your jelly
Yeah
[Hook]
Send my doves out and make that purple rain
I don't sweat the haters spice it up with old main
Cla**ic rock dubstep I don't give a f**
I got two little birds I'm about to send them up, b**h!
Two little birds I got two little birds!
X8