k** ‘em It's what I hear when I get a hot feel In my nostrils In my forehead As I code red You'll be more dead than a horse head In a four bed- Room apartment Bloggers that start sh** You want to criticize me? Just so you can drink green tea With Lykke Li at a speakeasy? Wearing some American Apparel While you're staring at a Tim and Eric DVD? Can't get enough Crime Mob sh**: knuck if you buck Celibate girls do stuff in the bu*t Get it out with a Q-Tip, or some Müeslix I'm a eunuch just cause I can't give a f** Kiss her on her neck while she bu*toning up And my pants down It's funny how when I put Camp out they gotta camp out Better than half of all rappers you have on your laptop At your dad's house Hands down Fake n***as said, “You the man now!” Got a DJ like Roseanne's house Sam go hard like a handjob, n***a Childish don't go hard, what? Now everybody wanna f** with me, s*ut The flow is too sick Got them white boy clothes and that black dude dick Now I understand why you gotta hate a n***a East side! Stone Mountain-Decatur n***a Y'all n***as lame, I'm fly as hell Cause I'm f**ing lame, and I don't even care!