White Tees
I'm not someone that you thought would ever go insane
I'm not someone that should have shit loose up in my brain
Do not fuck with me
Ah, ow
Do not fuck with me
Ah, ow
I'm the rap bastard, a lyrical disaster
Spit it, spit it faster, drink until I'm plastered
Bitch isn't this exactly what you asked for
I'm the rap task force, don't you fucking fast-forward
You're so green, son, kinda like a tortoise
I'm a hair stroke genius sticking from a spinosaurus
Stomp you in the forest, I'm the rap purest
Old head, '96, you a fucking tourist
None of these young fucks, want these verbal nunchucks
Pippin jersey untucked, spit it til' the suns up
See me rocking sagging shorts, got you rocking back and forth
How much wood could he fucking chuck like Norris
If you want more of this, then this is what I'm coming for
Any young gun is who I'm fucking gunning for
You playing with a torch you about to get scorched
If you rain on my parade then I'm coming with the storm
I'm so hot it's like you opened up the oven door
Censor this kid but you'll never cut me short
I got the big sword
And you ain't gonna want a war
I'm a little sore but I'm just having fun of course
Do not fuck with me
Do not fuck with me
You weren't on the planet when Biggie got hot
You weren't on the planet when Pac got shot
Knock knock who's there
Popping out the box from the golden age of rap, nah bitch you're not
That's why I still rock a white tee and baggy jeans
That's why I framed the front covers of them magazine
Stare at 'em every night just before I go to sleep
My idols are your idols' idols, I'm a beast
Better make it faster please, let's get on back these
Caught it like bad disease, when I die, rap in peace
I'm the bomb, Japanese, i'm a rap masterpiece
Do not turn your back to me, need a fucking pack these
Phillies and a couple 40s, never rains always pouring
Bite bars bitch I'm taking inventory in the morning
Buckle up slut, yup yup, time to get it shorty
I'm the best, aww shucks, it's the fucking end of story
When I breathe, air is hot, tri-fuckin-ceratops
Take a joke, Carrot Top, got a white pair of socks
If you fucking dare to cop, warning shots, bodies drop
Here it goes, there it stops, I'm gone, Barry Bonds
Do not fuck with me
Do not fuck with me
I'm not someone that you thought would ever go insane
I'm not someone that should have shit loose up in my brain
Do not fuck with me
Ah, ow
Do not fuck with me
Ah, ow
I'm not someone that should have shit loose up in my brain
Do not fuck with me
Ah, ow
Do not fuck with me
Ah, ow
I'm the rap bastard, a lyrical disaster
Spit it, spit it faster, drink until I'm plastered
Bitch isn't this exactly what you asked for
I'm the rap task force, don't you fucking fast-forward
You're so green, son, kinda like a tortoise
I'm a hair stroke genius sticking from a spinosaurus
Stomp you in the forest, I'm the rap purest
Old head, '96, you a fucking tourist
None of these young fucks, want these verbal nunchucks
Pippin jersey untucked, spit it til' the suns up
See me rocking sagging shorts, got you rocking back and forth
How much wood could he fucking chuck like Norris
If you want more of this, then this is what I'm coming for
Any young gun is who I'm fucking gunning for
You playing with a torch you about to get scorched
If you rain on my parade then I'm coming with the storm
I'm so hot it's like you opened up the oven door
Censor this kid but you'll never cut me short
I got the big sword
And you ain't gonna want a war
I'm a little sore but I'm just having fun of course
Do not fuck with me
Do not fuck with me
You weren't on the planet when Biggie got hot
You weren't on the planet when Pac got shot
Knock knock who's there
Popping out the box from the golden age of rap, nah bitch you're not
That's why I still rock a white tee and baggy jeans
That's why I framed the front covers of them magazine
Stare at 'em every night just before I go to sleep
My idols are your idols' idols, I'm a beast
Better make it faster please, let's get on back these
Caught it like bad disease, when I die, rap in peace
I'm the bomb, Japanese, i'm a rap masterpiece
Do not turn your back to me, need a fucking pack these
Phillies and a couple 40s, never rains always pouring
Bite bars bitch I'm taking inventory in the morning
Buckle up slut, yup yup, time to get it shorty
I'm the best, aww shucks, it's the fucking end of story
When I breathe, air is hot, tri-fuckin-ceratops
Take a joke, Carrot Top, got a white pair of socks
If you fucking dare to cop, warning shots, bodies drop
Here it goes, there it stops, I'm gone, Barry Bonds
Do not fuck with me
Do not fuck with me
I'm not someone that you thought would ever go insane
I'm not someone that should have shit loose up in my brain
Do not fuck with me
Ah, ow
Do not fuck with me
Ah, ow
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Writer(s): Thomas Armitage
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