* a manicure,
it's that I'm sure it isn't gonna work.
And I don't hope for the best,
bitch,
I hope for the worst,
cause I'm the best of the worst.
So your chest with the worst can't even express what I'm worth,
cause I'm priceless, this * you can spit,
let's see you write this,
let's see you school me,
I wrote this on a cum,
dang,
your * is rundown,
I'm letting you out.
Freestyle's no * tongue,
I'm the one without a doubt, just for fun.
And they say I'm just a girl,
like pulling a new bitch,
I'm a demon.
I'm pregnant by your jacket,
pussy filled with dirty steam,
and I'm believing,
thought it was cute until you seen it.
Got my middle finger down my throat,
cocaine,
*,
and a penis,
and so what's like seventeen,
and what I say,
I mean it.
I'm a parquero using guns,
and you better believe it.
And I stick to sending whoops to the
furthest from the truth that's on my room,
ain't the shrooms.
And I'm walking on the moon,
pen and flow it to the throne,
and I know what's coming soon,
so I keep it real as gloom,
circulated through the room.
They ask me, Rebs, what's your name?
Call me Daddy,
hasn't changed,
never will,
counts to steal.
Blue ladies, what's the deal?
What's in the package?
MDMA doing damage.
American and self-centered,
and I'll never change,
never ever.
Painting blood on my sweater and my face,
kiss my lips,
have a taste of the filth.
I'm the devil, make a wish.
I'll burn down every motherfucking radio station,
blow them all to smithereens,
and I'll sit in meditation like,
Damn,
hip-hop is the *,
and my contributions is pretty sick,
and the smiles all I get.
That's all I need is some music,
take over my spirit,
where the true is,
ain't nothing new,
and they wanna know exactly how I do it.
I say I do it all for you,
and that's the reason that I do it.
Say I'm lying,
Reb,
reprove it,
what the * you think I'm doing?
I revise and rewrite,
then I spit it out until I get it right.
I love hip-hop, I * love hip-hop.
This underground music, yeah, I love hip-hop.
I * love hip-hop, I * love hip-hop.
Yo, this underground music, yo, I love hip-hop.
I * love hip-hop, this underground music.
I love it, and I know how to do this.
And everybody love my rhymes,
every sentence that I say should be laminated and framed.
I'm the sickest in the game,
do it all without a brain,
call me clinically insane.
Bloody fist and Herod Bray stab you in
the back with a needle full of AIDS.
That array,
bitch,
I'll say it in your face,
don't interfere or interrogate.
Cause I'll cut your waist with personality and faith.
She's like, why you full of hate?
I'm like,
get the * away,
I don't repeat what I say.
So listen up and be observant,
make you nervous on purpose,
think you bad,
but I'm the worstest.
I travel in a circus,
I'll cast some pugglies,
when murky God looks ugly,
and he can see you when you jerk into my mixtape picture.
I make your dick way bigger,
I'll even feeny cause my hips way thicker,
and my voice drills holes,
and my face is so pretty,
and my lovin' so good.
I'm smokin' pot like I need it,
I'm on the Puget Team and stayin' fresh and clean it.
Dirty little bitch,
stankiness,
demeaning,
I mean it.
I'm an all-key *,
I'm the queen,
you just some *,
that's why I left you in the past,
hoe.
Pimp,
you guys,
girls rule,
boys drool,
hollow tips in his dick,
left him bloody in the pool,
valedictorian of school.
Valium's dick taggin',
actin' cool,
that's what I meant,
heaven sent.
Poppin' X until I can't,
my fuckin' eyes are rollin' back,
P-doggies lick my crack,
inside jokes make me choke,
leave me hangin' by a rope,
black books and lines of dope,
top layer,
shiny coat,
I'm a player,
now you know,
here I go.