BUILDING BLUEPRINT
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Let me show you
- Let me show you how i’m a thug,
- Faked my ninth grade high school report,
- Few years later i’m in the supreme court,
- Crime is my favourite sport,
- That’s why I almost got an after birth abortion,
- I’m a thug who grew up in the streets,
- Used to go around crucifying people dressed in white sheets,
- Now i’m just smoking blunts and spitting bars on top of beats,
- I’mma pay back all my haters without a receipt,
- Tell those motherfuckers I don’t take defeats,
- If you see me with a gun you’d better retreat,
- Or i’ll leave your body on the street, be deceased,
- Then i’ll take yo remains and cut them to pieces,
- Another collage to hang on my wall of faeces,
- Media can’t fathom me cause i'm a different species,
- A different genus, family, kingdom, a different human breed,
- They didn’t expect a non black homo sapien to ever accede,
- The title of the best rapper, now bow down to me on your knees,
- Give me your clothes, sunglasses and car keys,
- Now they see a white woman with a brown man,
- It's King Kong all over again, but with an Orang utan,
- All these rappers sound like 2 girls and 1 cup,
- The fuck you rapping about, you need to hold up,
- Cause i’m about to start some shit up,
- I’ve made a cemetery killing all these beats,
- Take off your clothes cause i’m bringing in the heat,
- Don’t get in my way cause i don’t like peace,
- Or you'll be sucking dick, knees on frozen peas,
- Y’all don’t wanna stand in front of my four four,
- Don’t stand behind a door, or a drawer,
- My bullet shoots through all,
- Bullet Holes in your door, you’ll never learn,
- Lucky i saved you from paying tax returns,
- You were the gay kid who doubted me, I could have sworn,
- Seeing how everything is now, the tables took quite a turn,
- Back then my shoes were ripped all over,
- Now guess who’s sneakers are torn,
- Your ugly ass fattened up, you going skiing?
- Bleach on my eyes, need to do some unseeing,
- Looking at your sorry ass ain’t good for my well being,
- Look at all these idiotic men, calling me out again,
- They barely got a brain, it’s about the size of a oatmeal grain,
- Y’all needa get off the cocaine, weed and champagne,
- You already know that i have an everlasting reign,
- And that I couldn’t care less about what you’re saying,
- Why should I listen to the guy who fights sword with a pen,
- Fucking idiot, you’ve lost your mind, your cranium,
- Cause I just decapitated you with my trusty rapier,
- Now why don’t you get your ass on a horse,
- Before I take your legs off too with a sawed off,
- The Dullahan can't be in a wheelchair of course,
- Just dig a 6 foot hole and thrown in your corpse,
- A dead body is all you'll ever be good for,
- Now why you sobbing, you too goddamn soft,
- Maybe that’s why you could never join our squad,
- I’ve made a cemetery killing all these beats,
- Take off your clothes cause i’m bringing in the heat,
- Don’t get in my way cause i don’t like peace,
- Or you'll be sucking dick, knees on frozen peas,
- I’m just here making a killing,
- Off some verbals that i’m spitting,
- I’ve been out looting, doing some stealing,
- Got the Priest down kneeling,
- Giving them loud, annoying feminists a new meaning,
- First I gave them a polite greeting,
- They probably thought they were dreaming,
- When soon after that a man was giving them a beating,
- Don’t worry, they actually were dreaming,
- Cause I hit them till they were dead sleeping,
- Y’all crybabies already getting weepy,
- It’s only been a few mississippi,
- Shocking part is i haven’t even started,
- But the fact is, i’m actually very big hearted,
- Cause running from five o gets my heart pumped,
- I’ve been running for a while, my ribs getting a thumping,
- And i got sweat filling both my armpits,
- I’m shaking so much you’d think i was having a fit,
- But i’m just getting tased by 3 different cops,
- Poked one's eye out, he looks like a cyclops,
- Escaped through a farm, had to flatten some crops,
- Found a nice cop in a bulletproof vest, we switched tops,
- Now that I'm bulletproof, how can I even be stopped?
- I’ve made a cemetery killing all these beats,
- Take off your clothes cause i’m bringing in the heat,
- Don’t get in my way cause i don’t like peace,
- Or you'll be sucking dick, knees on frozen peas,
- People say I shouldn’t use the fag word on my CD,
- Or that I shouldn’t flip the bird on live TV,
- Because their kids love watching the news,
- Well go tell them to watch Blues Clues,
- But I ain’t the type to care what your kid views,
- When I hear these others rap, I ask, who cut the cheese?
- Like someone got 8 month old cheese and divided it into 8 pieces,
- What I mean is your shit stinks,
- Flushed your CD down the toilet sink,
- Y’all buying the critics bullshit like a bunch of shopaholics,
- I’ll turn all of you idiotic critics into painaholics,
- Cut you up with a cross shaped sword, this shit symbolic,
- I’ve made a cemetery killing all these beats,
- Take off your clothes cause i’m bringing in the heat,
- Don’t get in my way cause i don’t like peace,
- Or you'll be sucking dick, knees on frozen peas,
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