Mic check, yo, man, fuck you
I got some coke in my sock and a couple rocks too
I got a bottle full of Kettle, drunk, pedal to the metal
Got some beef, I gotta settle, but you gotta check the dentals, oh
They don't like me? I make the music I want to
These divas fucking need us, man, worse than their heartbeat
They're digging up my grave, but these bitches gotta pay
And the price of admission, it ain't ever gonna change
It'll end when I say it 'cause you're wet when I spray it
And the more you fucking hate us, well, the more you'll fucking play it, bitch
I'm crossing out names
And no one is safe
I'll leave a rose on your grave
It's the dove and grenade
I'm absent mentally, slaughtering all my enemies
I'm murdering recklessly, bitch, these streets ain't no Sesame
And now you're maxing my felony list, I'm not wasting energy on this
I'm gonna win, let's be honest, that's something I'll fucking promise
their
spotless
sesame
rocks
recklessly
price
something
pompous
exhausted
felony
energy
mentally
enemies
crossing
godless
bottle
nauseous
congress
honest
bitches
bitch
settle
check
admission
slaughtering
divas
charges
place
office
regardless
champion
change
fight
conscience
couple
gonna
compare
fucking
wasting
streets
digging
absent
glory
spray
kettle
novices
these
pedal
gotta
grave
worse
grenade
drunk
heart
heartbeat
heartless
leave
making
maxing
metal
murdering
music
promise
names
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