I don't want to take my time going to work.
I got a motorcycle and a sleeping bag.
What the hell I want to go off and go to work for?
Work for what?
Money?
I got all the money in the world.
I'm the king, man.
I run the underworld, guy.
I decide who's does what and where they do it at.
What am I going to run around and act like I'm some titty bopper somewhere for somebody else's money?
I make the money now.
The game is mine.
Hey, yo, check this, son.
I'm finna wreck this one.
* up the game and tugging up your necklace, hun.
It is I, the last guy who shouldn't be alive.
Dive the head first into a motherfucking behind.
So don't look behind ya, cause Raiders always on ya.
Kidnapping bitches just to cook me some lasagna.
I flip * sick with a lip risk.
Getting popped the lid off this mother with a VVS grin.
Oh, you want one?
Well, bitch, I'm on a hundred.
These tablets make me laugh.
In fact, I popped a couple caps on my way back to the cabbage patch.
I stay strapped with a fat gat.
Peel your cap all the way back.
Cause I ain't got no motherfucking time to kill.
Sitting bitches down, serving my dick as their last meal.
Always coming with a one, two, three.
Yes, sirree.
J-M-A-R-E-2.
Duh-uh, dick.
So * everybody and * everyone.
Solving all my problems with a fully loaded handgun.
Dipping to the ring and witness a savagest sting.
The motherfucking king is claiming the throne one second.
So * everyone and * everybody.
Spending all my time in the shed counting bodies.
Some ass chrome killer.
Bumping J-Pilla.
Hitting a lick will make you sick.
Ain't nobody ever.
I got your new chick.
Straight nibbling on my nuts.
Hit the Twitter, smack a shitter.
Then I dump in the guts.
Now check it.
I got my ammo.
Them Rambo and I prefer my egg scrambles.
Got me lit like a candle.
I'll leave you a manhandle.
I told you who was next.
Throwing up a cut straight at your chest.
That's the best test of the West.
Here to project a mess in and just flush.
Unless I murder the rest.
Who would have guessed it?
Yes, terrorists possess, kid.
*** your Adam's apple.
Kill it.
Hear your throat crackle.
I tend to use futuristic weapons during battle.
I'm posted in the castle.
Eating Prince of Teaches *.
But I forgot where I was at.
Let's bring it back, yo.
And turn that * up.
Cause that ain't loud enough.
Pussing out the cut like an overweight cake stripper slut.
I'll chew you like a toothpick and steal your new kicks.
Don't catch me red-handed, bitch.
Cause that's the hand I shoot with.
So * everybody.
And * everyone.
Solving all my problems with a folded loaded handgun.
Dip into the ring.
And witness a savage's sting.
The motherfucking king is claiming the throne one second.
So * everyone.
And * everybody.
Spending all my time in the shed counting bodies.
Some ass chrome killer.
Bub and J Dilla.
Hitting a lick will make you sick.
Ain't nobody iller.
* off.
* off.
* off.
* off.