Verse 1
The sign of a punk b*tch
Is he’s always callin’ ni**as
Punk b*tches
These are the worst kinds of snitches
The first to drop the f*g bomb
To prove you a real G [A-Y
Deflecting your reflection ‘cause you be [bye bye
Gone to the next battle
Not easily rattled
I stand to claim what you consider profane
And I, F-A-G, okay, I feed that
So whatcha got to say next?
Thought so
Just a whack ass ni**a who can’t rhyme
Straight jacket, h*mophobic poison in your punchline
This is a Mama Said Knock You Out kinda moment
Shirtless, sweats, no h*mo, ni**a enjoy it
I work this like a drag queen in stilettos with a purse
Hope you buy the [menu top?] I spit the best verse
Straight from the am I crooked leathery vibe, I dig ya
So cold, defrost the fingertips so I can feel ya
Bro h*mo!
Chorus
Oh, here we go
Better let it go
All that “no h*mo” really shows
Is what we know
You so insecure
So if you really, really hard, feel this
Bro h*mo!
Verse 2
I go harder than [gym men with no park in the gap?
Pistol whip the D.J
Yo, bring that beat back!
He betta, ‘cause I can be that Oz kinda f*ggot
Prison punk and so cinematic
They call me magic
‘Cause h*mo hate straight
Then hijack the hip-hop movement
So long it comes out straight wrong
No hate
Some of my best friends are straight
More stylish than photos of Metro’s in white with duct tape
They too busy with wifeys to hate on me
Good fathers with something you’ll never have
Call security
Any sexuality, they don’t ever bother me
You say my shirt is nice, then “no h*mo”?
[ni**a, please
A compliment ain’t gonna make you like penis
Unless you like dick
It do not take a genius
To figure that out
h*mo hate ain’t hood, it’s hate
Check yo’ pussycat you won’t like hate
Bro h*mo!
Chorus
Oh, here we go
Better let it go
All that “no h*mo” really shows
Is what we know
You so insecure
So if you really, really hard, feel this
Bro h*mo!
Oh, here we go
Better let it go
All that “no h*mo” really shows
Is what we know
You so insecure
So if you really, really hard, feel this
Bro h*mo!