Lord Have Mercy

Mesus, you fuckin' suck, you're never gonna make it in the music industry
You're just a fuckin' Stan, that's all you wanna do, is be like Eminem
You're just a culture vulture appropriating, bitch
I hit thumbs down, before I even hit play, you fuckin' pussy

I don't think you understand my purpose in this rap shit
Only luggage that I bring on tour, is a casket
Speakin' of a tour, let's not talk about that last shit
Ya' boy went basket, almost threw a mothafucker off a damn bridge

Sink or swim, bitch, get in, don't give a shit that you're a 10
Act as if there isn't ten 10's in my first ten DMs
I ain't got no time for games, sorry that your father's lame
Miss me with them daddy issues, get up out my Caddy, bitch, you

Gettin' on the last nerve that I got, that isn't shot
Stressed out, tryin' to hit the top, with shit that isn't pop
I'm talkin' bars, remember that, 'fore the fuck-boys mumble-rapped?
Who are you? I'm Mesus, God left me in charge, 'til He come back

So act right, or you'll get left for dead
Sad shit is that rappin' is so fuckin' dead
That most won't catch the wordplay I just fuckin' said
Above they head, yeah, by a mile, actually, like seven of 'em
In the air, more than the ground, it's like I'm up in Heaven, boy, I'm

Lookin' at that big picture, that most of y'all ain't seein'
Did what it took, for me to get richer, while most of y'all were sleepin'
That's why I deserve to live my dreams, you hatin' that, then check your heart
Ain't my fault that I was set apart

'Cause misery loves company, like bogus hoes love custody
And bad bitches love fuckin' me, and fuck-boys love they fuckery
Shit, all I know is all my homies that I roll with, tuckin' heat
So now, you know, so don't say I ain't warn you not to fuck with me

Or we gon' have your mama screamin'
Lord, have mercy!
Lord, have mercy!
Lord, have mercy!
And I'll be cryin' out to God, like
Lord, have mercy!
Lord, have mercy!
Lord, have mercy!

Dear internet gangsters, I 'on't think you understand that these discussions
Could lead to repercussions, like death or, shit, at least concussions
Police come rushin', whole street is buzzin', cause such and such wasn't
Aware that control, alt, delete ain't just a fuckin' button

Talkin' tough, until that oven's shoved against your fuckin' muffin
And the butt-end of a gun make yo' head look like fuckin' pumpkins
Sorry, pumpkin, we can't patch it up, I'm old school, add it up
You actin' like a faggot, that mean that your pussy-ass is fucked

Sorry, but I had enough, go 'head, troll me all you want
Catch you out in public, wantin' smoke, I'll roll you like a blunt
'Cause, you're mistakin' kindness for a weakness, that's a fatal move
Bitch, you should've played it cool, now look at what you made me do

Both of us done made the news, but yo' ass ain't alive to see
Thinkin' that it's sweet, behind a screen, until I'm on ya' street
'Cause, when I say I got your address, I don't mean a URL
So, bitch, shut up, and fight me, if you don't like that I'm doin' well

'Cause misery loves company, like bogus hoes love custody
And bad bitches love fuckin' me, and fuck-boys love they fuckery
Shit, all I know is all my homies that I roll with tuckin' heat
So now you know, so don't say I ain't warn you not to fuck with me

Or we gon' have ya' mama screamin'
Lord, have mercy!
Lord, have mercy!
Lord, have mercy!
And I'll be cryin' out to God, like
Lord, have mercy!
Lord, have mercy!
Lord, have mercy!