KoK - Rated M (For Mazza) lyrics

[Verse 1] d**h by lyrical injection. That's Ludacris! You on all fours in bed son, now who's a b**h? Not you? In bras and pannies, too full of sh** Like your boyfriends sodomy hole There's nothing inside of me ho except anger and distrust for gays, you gotta be sure Keep your distance, and stay persistent Don't experiment or you'll witness, having s** when your dick's limp Not for me I keep my b**h bent Over on the kitchen Start my engine and I break her back like fixed rent Into eight pieces, I ate freaks then go around saying they hate Jesus I ain't Jesus I constantly sin, especially on tracks I'm more than ill sh** I depict is like a horror film, like Lauryn Hill Coming out of retirement, chilling at a white bar and grill I scar and k**, life's built around rap like I'm from Detroit Looks like I'ma have to murder myself on this beat cos we know that he won't Coming in like JME without paying the ticket kiosk Man I sure those words don't even rhyme But I do it everytime in every line man I think that I might Go back to the starting line and talk about my big dick I won't force it to you, it's an option just make sure you that pick it Touch stroke and lick it, make something come out too Everytime I see you I'm bound too Strike first even when I'm fixed in a straightjacket f** girls, I'm a b**h's hate magnet I'm not scared of you, regardless who I'm talking to The gap between us is as big as my erected penis k** you with felons f** a misdemeanour See I'm thirsty I mean dirty. I MEANT DIRTY! I'm tired okay, got outta bed early So sorry man can't speak I got mad beat I can't sit down for a whole damn week Why? Cos I'm black y'all, like BET That weren't racist cracker sit down, he he he Just insulted my own kind I'm let you know one mo' time (I'm whiiiite) But I done never let it get in the way of one's grind I'm not unsigned (where's your record deal?) Okay well maybe I am, I get it I get it I get it All I've wrote on a paper is words and I spit I spit I spit it But back to the genesis of this verse I'm create myself my own curse Competition woes worst I'll let a boy kiss me when I get to glimpsing an MC since me who's as good with convincing and mixing in a frenzy of words But until then I'm ball out like the X-Factor with all my family needlessly wearing my t-shirts [Bridge] f**! I got carried away I rapped over the chorus beat, fear not, it would've been crap anyway [Verse 2] Like getting shot and carried away from a night club I'ma k** you in one bar That's the best I can do I'm not a young Nas I bun cars cos I run faster especially when the bus past Outta money on my bus pa** and I was cold, though I carried on cos bro, I'm Lewis and he don't quit Then 50 gave me a sweater and I asked him 'gee you knit?' That was the first, worst, simplest rhyme I've ever said in my life But at the end of the night I'll still be f**ing your wife Blood in her p**y b**h I just came Yeah I was given aids and now so have you What now you're gunna cry, do you really have to? Ain't ya heard? Tears are bad for you like fast food It'll make you cough up pubic fur balls like cats do Been running round in circles I'm a dizzy rascal “Oh God, where am I? Where are my clothes? Wait what did we do last night, why are you wearing my clothes?” Next day in school she grasped my a** in the middle of cla** and made me gasp A riddle at last I thought, sumin to unravel A change from a condom used to stop cum travel I treasured this challenge like a pirate and his caval-ry, wait Pirates don't drive horses Well no one drives horses, you ride them b**hes put their dick inside then thrust in hope that they might cum I mean you seen that video of a dog banging a hen? Like a man on a chicken not a homie on a wench That's something you've never put together like Seneca Wallace throwing like uncle Rico b**h he knows that she knows that I know that he knows that she knows I got this thing below my waist that'll leave kids on your baby moma's face A gun that I use to k** any boy my lady's gonna date Then I also got a penis that'll do both things that was just said Bounce on a trampoline and swing till it slap chicks heads So big reaching miles out from a dick fest, one that I just left Had to bounce cos I was so close I sniffed d**h, while that gimp wept Cos me and Shaun agreed to flaunt the genie p**n we stole from that Korean store We need p**n like you need rocks to pawn or even oxygen Hanging out by abandoned churches riding round your block till dawn Holding balls and saving girls like Oliver Kahn Alcoholic nah but mother it's in my genes The Sweeney's Rather have a bottle in front of me than a frontal lobotomy And it's gotta be an oddity that I don't drink Yet I was drunk in love but don't think That just because I'm sober that I won't come up and f** you up in your own ring (dinga-ling-ling)