Boo Bitch

Boooooo Bitch

B-b-b-ba boo bitch

N.AIMLESS

 

If i was a ghost I'd roll up in yo house like, boo BITCH

When I see you girl I grab my dick and let the goo spit

never lie when I'm taking a poop, now thats some true shit

Smokin so much heisenberg it left my face with blue lips

When I'm puffin on a blunt of chronic, know I grew it

Grabbin on your girlfriends boobs while we watching clueless

Truth is, I ate my baby-ruth and now I'm ruthless

All up in a bunch of peoples pockets like a group text

Who's next, most the mainstream rappers out are so lame

They call me n.aimless homie but that don't mean I got no name

Oh dang, a real artist aint concerned with yo fame

You the scare crow homie if you only had a whole brain

You the tin man homie if you only had a real heart

You steal bar's then build your empire with it, that's a re:bar

My band about the music, dan is plucking on the gee-tar

Your band about amusement to a bunch fucking e-tards

Talking bout that beats hard, that beat is fuckin whack though

And why you rapping about cooking crack in the trap bro

Why you want your people and your fans to live like that yo?

I'll treat you like a girl who fucks for heron when I smack hoes

Gimme daps yo, hive five low five, nah you too sloth

You crusty and disgusting like my mother fuckin tube socks

Some people knockin boots i'll knock those motherfuckin boots off

I'll treat this beat just like a pussy, yo i get it loose dawg

I'm too raw, for the cypher, got haters going skip, next

Got N dot set to dip, but i aint motherfuckin dip set

I been fresh, ever since the first time got my dick wet

So know that i aint bluffing when i'm putting in a big bet

But truth is, I'm betting that i probably won't be top six

cuz these kids bumping drake but they aint even know who pac is

They wana censor what I say, they tryn hard to lock lips

But I do not kiss,

Pompous pushovers who promote pacifism in all this

Then push cornball fake gangster MC's, who pop clips

That's some pop shit, y'all are not sick,

Y'all rounds are not hard, thats a soft dick, you lost it

tryd to boss it, Stole a namesake, rick ross'd it,

plagiarized then flossed it, obnoxious that stuffs garbage

But I can do you one better just to pull stunts

I let the cans pop, homie thats a soda

Falter with the force I will not, thats a yoda

Give you the double whopper with cheese, flame roast ya

Bang on ya, game over, i'm tony, montana

But sober,

my mansion is a motor home, my chin bone is a motorola flip phone

I'm here to warp minds and spit poems

Then i'm going down the line like rib bones

Of course I wana live in big homes, and get loot

But only the IRS and pirates loot, so i guess i'll get bread

But I'm not a baker, some cheddar, well i'm not a cheese maker

I'll get some paper, write fuck you on it and mail it to my neighbor

I'm a sucker for slave labor, So i can spend eight hours a day

Wasting away, the pay isn't great but I stay

For the inappropriate jokes and socio political debates

I love every day, with just a little bit of hate

To balance it out, and it's really not a challenging route

It's has it up's and downs, but fuck I'm proud

OF my son, so I went and bought a gun, with my tax return

So I can protect my family from you fake wannabe

gangster

MY pen is illin, got you feeling ill, go eat some penicillin

Make twenty grand a year, but I'm worth twenty million, easy

 

And all the snakes out there thats a freebee

And tell snoop dawg come and smoke a bleezy

Right Now

 

this that all organic grass fed free range beef

I'm cooking something up deep that you need to see

Bump donald chump, he aint a trump, hes a front

The hype man, getting all the racists all riled up, and

What rhymes with hillary clinton, kill every politician

Run up into congress, fill it with victims, ill as it get son

fuck the system, you thought that we wouldnt get some

we're the descendants of pilgrims,

Founded on the freedom to pillage and kill innocent men and woman

Let god be our witness, in god we trust

But trust this homie if there is god you're fucked,

if he's a swift god

He'll stick don trump and hill dog in the fiery depths

The rest of the empire is next

 

You Next

 

Fill the feta camps with politicians and media figures

And the figure behind the media figures

You think its corny call me conspiracy theorist, you fear this

It threatens the things you hold dearest

But once you hear it, start to feel it, and reveal it

It is clear as, day, crystal clear, drone missile clear

I think i need to get a beer, before its too late

Sitting with ford, getting bored on judgement day

but fuck it mate

 

*Jesse Pinkman from Breaking Bad Saying Bitch*