Just a rap

Got my twelve gauge shotty by a dead body

Rob for wealth and a front page hotty like I fled the Audi

Got more bucks than redneck adult neither epic or thugs

Like lyric your mugs write the shit cryptic fright wit

Most ain't lucid they're just stupid bust the music

Lust acoustic they're just hairs like pubic fairs

I'll give you the finger I live to call "Fuck!"

Ask me "Favorite singer?" well they all suck

Unmask the satanist and I'll go back to hell

Thank me the 'MAC give me a bell on my phone

Give me my throne I live to be known as I've shown

Give a bitch a bone make her moan cos you're rich

If wealth were light I emit if rap were tight then I'm the shit

I bomb like a terrorist I'm a khan not the minutest

Bill Gates asks to borrow like I won a lotto

Spill debates, got an axe to con some tax