Bring out the ba*tards
I want war with the so called "masters"
Show ya face
Gallah gallah when i rock back to the top
They only wanna discuss bout whats pop and whats not
But wa**up with just art?
You n***as are square to me
The same squares call me weird i see
I get it
What a paradox that we're living in
You know that every mothaf**a is a hypocrite
Its not our faults its an accident
You dont realize lies that your captured in until too late
2 L's are my cool J's
On my michael buble
Ain't worried bout these tity boys i get p**y n***a
In 2 chains
So....
Bring out the ba*tards
I want war with the so called "masters"
Show ya face