(Verse)
|
Go ahead, pop off, me and my clique put on
|
I'm like a young McMahon, I'm here to get your Bischoff
|
Like I'm Rick Flair, middle finger to the big boss man
|
Aka police, guess I'm over your head like guitars
|
Kill these niggas that's no prob, chill these niggas want no prob
|
That chopper body like Hornswoggle, can't see who shot 'em like Sin Cara
|
Roll it up if that shit loud, it ain't mine if that shit not
|
Ladies hate when I Rick Rude, but they in love with this Jake Bar
|
Sike now, say hello to my python, I'm CM Punk with that mic y'all
|
She go to sleep cause my pipe bomb, winnin', plus I be hurting feelings
|
Niggas is Curtis Axel, my rap is like Curt Henning
|
Innit? Don't it? I'm such a charmer
|
Come Crown Vic, not talkin' whip, I'm thinkin' Lawler
|
Cause I'm royalty, but we talkin' cars, she's not a problem
|
Just bought two big bodies, call 'em Kamala and Umaga
|
Whattup? You talkin' to the bad guy
|
My Gangrel but I ain't ever been no vampire
|
Look at all that ice he had on, bigger than an IC title
|
Lookin' out my pill man cause I still feel like Flyin' Brian
|
Who high as I am, who fly as I am?
|
Life is a bitch but you this rich it's more than likely China
|
Get it? Strong ass ho, niggas say they want that smoke
|
Well I'm Papa Shango, cause I be high but playin' low
|
Get a ganja, no steamboat
|
And I'm fly as a cross body but I'm tired of saying so
|
So I do so with new producers and a slew of my latest verses
|
And I'm ruthless like Rusev, move or be through with you niggas first
|
Get back to work
|
|
(Hook)
|
You're talkin' to the bad guy
|
Yeah chico, you're talkin' to the
|
Yeah chico, you're talkin' to the bad guy
|
I'm too sweet, I dare you niggas act fly
|
Yeah chico, you're talkin' to the bad guy
|
Yeah chico
|
Yeah chico, you're talkin' to the bad guy
|
Toothpick in your eye (spits)
|
I'm that guy
|
|
(Verse)
|
Hey yo (Where my chain, where my chain?)
|
Something happened to these something happened to you, okay?
|
Hey yo, don't look like no Daniel B, but they seein' me as a GOAT, look
|
Hey yo, something happened to these something happened to you, okay?
|
Hey yo, you countin' your little beads, my nigga my cheese more
|
Can I bother you with this rhyming? Man I father niggas with rhymin'
|
Heard they talkin' right from the sideline like a part of me been declinin'
|
Nigga are you often with liars? Beside that I got no choice
|
Rather be Heath Slater before I make it a Doink
|
My point: I'd rather job than have my morals expired
|
Niggas gettin' back they bribe cause I ain't told in a while, haaaa
|
Is you mad or nah?
|
Is you rappin' to rap? She wrap my cigar
|
Light it up because I'm grateful I just made it this far
|
Y'all just so pale in comparison, it's a shame, it's a problem
|
I'm so over forever, now make stadiums pop
|
Niggas sweet like they really real but be faker than raw
|
Oh nah, they flaw, I got 'em
|
Oh please, Dwayne Johnson been number two 'round these parts
|
Oh nah, you know why?
|
Because most of my in the eighties made a movie with rock
|
Stop, let's talk
|
|
(Hook)
|
You're talkin' to the bad guy
|
Yeah chico, you're talkin' to the
|
Yeah chico, you're talkin' to the bad guy
|
I'm too sweet, I dare you niggas act fly
|
Yeah chico, you're talkin' to the bad guy
|
Yeah chico
|
Yeah chico, you're talkin' to the bad guy
|
Toothpick in your eye (spits)
|
I'm that guy
|
|
-----------------
|
Razor Freestyle
|
Wale |