Fabian Marasciullo - Best Rapper Alive lyrics

[Intro] f** with me? Thank you Yeah, come on, yeah Yeah, come on You know me mane Yeah, yeah, c'come on DJ D on the track, alright Oh B, I got 'em boy Alright, Weezy Baby You can't see me But I see you And I see you Lord I-I-I got 'em [Verse 1] Bring the crowd And I'm loud in living color It is Weezy f**in' Baby Got these rappers in my stomach Yummy I'm taking it I ain't asking them for nothing If you sell a million records We could battle for your money I'd rather count a hundred thousand dollars on a Sunday Watch a football game and bet it all on one play Still stuntin', baby, yes I'm still flossin' Latest car on the market wit the top peeled off it Big wheels make it look a lil bulky You look a lil salty Have ya self a chilled coffee Chill out The guns is still out Even though I am a boss and got papers to fill out I'm busy, I got paper to reel in God, I hope they snapping at the end of my rod I hope I'm fishing in the right pond And I hope you catching on to every line Who am I? [Hook] The best rapper alive, the best rapper alive The best rapper alive, the best rapper alive Swagger right, check, game tight And they gon' R-E-S-P-E-C-T me Who? The best rapper alive, the best rapper alive The best rapper alive, the best rapper alive Swagger right, check, game tight And you should be afraid, be very afraid [Verse 2] The heart of New Orleans Thumpin' and beatin' Livin' and breathin' Stealin' and feedin' Peelin' and leavin' k**in' and grievin' Dearly departed; erased, deleted No prints, no plates No face, no trace Out of sight, out of mind No court, no case Sell his chain, celebrate Block party, second line Zulu Ball, Essence Fest Jazz Fest, Mardi Gras Shotty bounce, body rock Now he dropped, now he got Family try tell the Feds, tell the cops Smell the rat Coming back To the house To the spot Tap-tap Knock-knock Who is dat Chkk-pow! Trigga man Hoodie man Tell the kids; Boogieman Pistol Pete Ammo Mammal Gunman Blum-blam! hahah Damn, Sammy, you done f**ed up p**y a** n***as, put ya nuts up Just call me [Hook] The best rapper alive, the best rapper alive The best rapper alive, the best rapper alive Swagger right, check, game tight And they gon' R-E-S-P-E-C-T me The best rapper alive, the best rapper alive The best rapper alive, the best rapper alive Swagger right, check, game tight And you should be afraid, be very afraid [Verse 3] f** up wit all these rookie MCs? Whew! Smell like a bunch of p**y to me f** 'em! f** 'em good f** 'em long f** 'em hard f** who? f** 'em all Yeah, like dat, just like dat Right back I'm on that money train And that Mac'll knock 'em off track The Quarterback Well protected from the Warren Sapp The young heart attack I spit that cardiac You can't see me, baby boy, you got dat cataracts I'm right here, straight out the hood jus like an alley cat Since everyone's a king, well where the f** ya palace at? Me? I got callous on my hands, I can handle dat It's no problem, baby, I so got 'em It's just a victory lap, baby, I'm jus joggin' Yeah, and I ain't even out of breath The motherf**in' best yet Sorry for cussing Who? [Hook] The best rapper alive, the best rapper alive The best rapper alive, the best rapper alive Swagger right, check, game tight And they gon' R-E-S-P-E-C-T me The best rapper alive, the best rapper alive The best rapper alive, the best rapper alive Swagger right, check, game tight And you should be afraid, be very afraid