FUCK YOU

VERSE 1:

It's like I'm stuck in this slump up in this game that I hate,

the pages and blank, I feel like I'm just caged in this fame,

I'm slowly pulling away, but shit, these chains are restraints,

I try to write and recite these rhymes, and gaze into space,

the way that they play for this wage is like they're fading away,

and so is all good rap, I ain't acting like I'm saving the day,

God is trying to capture and torture me, his angels are bait,

to try and hustle me upstairs to heaven, but Satan will wait,

oh wait, I am Satan, it's crazy insane, my name and my traits,

will just allude to the fact that I'm hazy, and maybe one day,

I'll have a change in my pace, and people will erase all the hate,

but that day will never come, 'till then we're facing remains,

of what was once an amazing race, and I'm saying the names,

I ain't playin' no games, I'm saving grace, this reign of a king,

will capture the essence of the youth, their anger and angst,

and frustration 'cuz they're pacing, and their pain and the rage,

and they're the kids I market to, and they're the face of my base,

one day your teen will listen to it, soon you're taking your taste

 

HOOK (X2)

One day I'm back at the past, when I've become too rich,

I'll look back at your whack ratchet ass, fuck you bitch,

for all those times you doubted me, you're about to see,

the mastery and acid fuel, the lines that come out of me

 

VERSE 2:

There's no time of season, rhyme or reason, frozen as hell,

I'll decompose in a jail while I'm caged and closed in a cell,

and I won't get out 'till these prisons start posting their bail,

and God unleashed his anger on my fuckin' flows when I fell,

I'm going postal as well, what happened to the Wu Tang Clan,

I'm two-faced on this new thing, fuck your 2 Chainz, damn,

the rows at shows I coast know they love those flows of mine,

that thing I did my whole fuckin' life was oppose the grind,

I'd never know when in my youth I was supposed to rhyme,

I'll never boast, I'm trying, but ever since I then wrote the lines,

I felt my passion burning in my heart, see our bros are fine,

but if I said that rap is in its glory days you'd know I'm lying,

and hip-hop is close to dying, the outcome is dropping albums,

while these major rappers are droppin' the X like it's Malcolm,

while y'all are stalling (Stalin) I'll rush ya (Russia), dictate, so be it (Soviet),

it's inappropriate, but y'all censored fuckers, y'all don't see it so

 

HOOK (X2)

One day I'm back at the past, when I've become too rich,

I'll look back at your whack ratchet ass, fuck you bitch,

for all those times you doubted me, you're about to see,

the mastery and acid fuel, the lines that come out of me

 

Ever since I came out, know it bitch I'm real,

plus you album you was feeling like that shit was braille,

and pray to God tonight at rest, inhale with sniper's breath,

ready to destroy the world and take 'em down, right to left,

some folks like to bite the meth and feel like their life's a mess,

I try my best and make it work, take the righteous steps,

and all that anger builds until your release,

this rap shit is deep in discussion like War and Peace,

niggas are up in the ghetto, and now they're taking shots,

some of 'em have realized their meaning, but faking knots,

acting all hard, controlling forsaken blocks and vacant lots,

fuck around, you'll levitate, y'all measure weight in pots,

my anger pops, every now and then the anchor drops,

my raps are hard I serve at you (serve a Jew) like a bagel shop,

I'mma keep the conversation hot, haters stop, they can rot,

I keep my memories stored in there with combination locks

 

HOOK (X2)

One day I'm back at the past, when I've become too rich,

I'll look back at your whack ratchet ass, fuck you bitch,

for all those times you doubted me, you're about to see,

the mastery and acid fuel, the lines that come out of me