Unh
Pound cake without the frosting
Slug a couple k**as off the Louisville roster
Shouts to my partner, Back Pack we the authors
If so, I'll be the last brotha known to k** ya offspring
Drill a hole through a melon with the strongest rifle
Costco placed "Fiction" on the Holy Bible
k** 'em all, k** 'em all is my only survival
f** 'em all, f** 'em all cause I really don't like you
We let the degenerates in, instead of the underground
Now Hip Hop is going down, while I got troubles on my mind, too
Mind you, if it wasn't for the music scene
A lot of rappers would still be frying it up without the 16's
You rap 16 bars to get it started
I rap 32 at a time, turn you to post-mortem
You just posted bail cause you know you sorry
Now you deep into Child Support because of Maury
Cake, cake, cake, cake, cake is all we argue 'bout
Snake, c*nt, phony, and a fake is what I'm pointing out
Nosetalgia on your cheeks, chin and your snout
Crack got the best of these n***as, they know who I'm talking 'bout
If I'm a take shots, it's gonna be legitimate
"Dictionary Rap" was for Waka Flocka, but he ain't getting it
GodKidd, Kidd Da Legend, Kidd•Loe
So many different aliases, you swore it was a code
Black suits in the room, of course you know what it's for
The asylum is my sanctum sanctorum, you know where I go
Penniless like a Frenchman; I've been him; 6 a.m., it's cold, now I can't fit in
Warm clothes turned to icebergs because of the weatherman
This is beyond hell, cuz it damn sure ain't heaven, man
This is a bargaining chip used in the control system
This is why I come strong with hooks and carry two pistols
I'm the sh**, but not equivalent to feces in the zoo
Wordplay homeboy, that means I'm not a Shih Tzu
If you've ever leaked on a jacket, you too would call it a peacoat
But don't misconstrue the facts, part of it's why I don't vote
Heavy-handed, leave you disbanded, grieve the empty-handed
No amount of coins can tell 'em how to survive in dangerous lands
And this is only the beginning how I'm scratching the surface
d**h in every direction, who's really worth it?
Bars in every direction, who can out-word the wordsmith?
I get better every time I take off, G5
Watch the 747 Boeing land on that pad, crunch-time
I saw, I came, I conquered; see, the wordplay and metaphors take honor
Of being in the presence of a real dealer, no fake n***as, it'll be all awkward
Pound Cake, Pt. 1 b**h, I ain't finished yet
Part 2 coming soon, I never said I was getting 'it'
Are you finally getting it?
Cause the way these new n***as be rapping, I'm getting sick of it
Take the same mic' and shove it down their colon and make 'em sh**
Them weak lines you call rap, f**boy I ain't feelin' it
A hint of ignorance, I'll be vigilant with the diligence
Swift roll call, but none of you fools are entered in
A f**ing genius, b**h you better believe it
A-Plus, A-1 Steak Sauce, you needs it
Slap my T-bone across shawty grill, I got her fiendin'
ASAP like the mob and them, I honor them
Break my bars down and put them up for the auction
Then break legs, break jaws, break arms
Break smirks on faces, and snap in half that f**ing lucky charm
I'm not your lucky charm, I'm an atomic bomb
Pearl Harbor, December 7, 1941, they all gone
Better watch your mouth boy, they all wrong
A lot of k**as starving and the beef is roasting dawg
I call this the hunger games while it's catching fire, ahh
If I'm not sickening to you, then it's not malicious enough
If I'm not crushing your crew, then it's not vicious or tough
But I'm not doubtin' my bars just so you give a f**
I'm a obliterate the competition, cremate your flows, shoot the A&R's
Rob the God MC if it ain't me, stick up the K-I-N-G, force feed the police
Like what happened to Yasiin, throw my middle finger up, and still keep it clean
Rip through rap n***as flesh with my bars as a guillotine
Go run and tell Drake and JAY to come f** with me…
Naw, not really
You not getting the tricks little rabbit, you're too silly
K-I-DD D-A L-E-G-E-N-D, I'm too illy
And after that, I would go a bit further
But this is where I end, and I say--
MURDER!!!