[Verse 1: Mads Veslelia]
Yeah, what'chu know about the M, what'chu know about the V
As I roll through the streets like a G
It's a Opel, but I just drove with the windows open, no token
So it's dirty, looking like a ATV
Bumping Slim Shady, LP
Not a USB, got the real CD
Motherf**er gotcha papa stop and staring at me
I ain't catching no speed, I ain't catching no chick, but I just bought me some green.. Monster Energy
See? Thought I was going to say weed? I ain't doing that, but please feel free, roll and smoke around me
Cause I'm catching my buzz of that double dose of caffeine
May seem like I'm going crazy, but all I do is roll around, or stay inside my room daily
But don't you worry 'bout it baby, this is hiphop, b**h what
Rapping rappers to ashes and fap to ladies doing crisscross
[Hook: Mads Veslelia]
Feeling so pro
People they know
(I don't f** around)
Nothing can slow
Me when I roll
(I don't f** around)
The rain and the snow
Tryna push me off road
(I don't f** around)
But I'm gonna blow
And go out like Monroe
(I don't f** around)
[Verse 2: Mads Veslelia]
Yeah, I'm still at it, like woah
I keep on pushing, and abusing every line that I throw
Into a rap record, a** wrecker, mad chicken
Past checker, that's second, I get a rash
Yo' raggity a**, better be gla**ed, never be tapped, making me laugh
Every dash of gas that I smashed up into my tank fast
Just to bone, now won't even loan
You a few bucks for the bus
f** out my zone
Guess you gotta go s** another trucker or so
Yeah, fall in love with a motherf**er, you hoe
Back on my own, got a new address on my phone
Tryna find her house, cause we 'bout to ride to this song, oh
Cause I was brought up, on Yela and Slim
Rittz and Pac, Tech N9ne, not to mention Hopsin
So now they got a viking tryna spit like them
Tryna provide a style of rhymes combined with the kings and him
I'ma prince
[Hook: Mads Veslelia]
Feeling so pro
People they know
(I don't f** around)
Nothing can slow
Me when I roll
(I don't f** around)
The rain and the snow
Tryna push me off road
(I don't f** around)
But I'm gonna blow
And go out like Monroe
(I don't f** around)
[Verse 3: Mads Veslelia]
If you look at my status
The saddest rapper
A savage, the planet added a sadist
There's so much static in attic
I gotta balance my baggage
And I'ma shatter these rappers
Because I had it with maggots
They tryna brag like the baddest
But I got the pad with the fattest
I got the rap with the maddest, madness
The manic panic is tragic, but magic to cla**ics
And I pour acid on plastics
Hara**ing these f*ggots, sporadic
Who happs to be catching a habit
Of not practice
And nah, I ain't sarcastic
I ain't no ba*tard
When I say s** gas, and then swallow a matchstick
Tryna follow Apollo 11 to heaven
Forgetting your level ain't fettle, better settle
No pedal to metal, you battle a rebel with a medal from devil
A letter, telling me to boil every g-boy in a kettle
It's the truth that I'm rapping
Just a dude with no platinum
Third verse, hat-trick, I'm still at it and laughing (haha)
[Hook: Mads Veslelia]
Feeling so pro
People they know
(I don't f** around)
Nothing can slow
Me when I roll
(I don't f** around)
The rain and the snow
Tryna push me off road
(I don't f** around)
But I'm gonna blow
And go out like Monroe
(I don't f** around)
Feeling so pro
People they know
(I don't f** around)
Nothing can slow
Me when I roll
(I don't f** around)
The rain and the snow
Tryna push me off road
(I don't f** around)
But I'm gonna blow
And go out like Monroe
(I don't f** around)
One more time!