Product of My Environment

I got this, now watch this
Pick it up like chop sticks
Lick it up, hot bitch. Breakfast? Sausage
Now whatchu gone and do that for
I'm taking this whole shit hostage
Till I polish your tarnish
With knowledge I promise
I'll Put an end to this, I was sent for this
There's no amount of censorship
Or a sentiment that could stop me
From tearing down your residence
Like the big bad wolf, playin tic tac toe
I'm crossing the exs, big fat hoe
Oh, I'm just a savage like Macho
You want it
You can have it your way, Burger King
But when it comes to slaughtering fat cows
Then leave me to do the murdering
And I ain't even talking
About you anymore so drop it
But if the shoe fits then wear it
Head to the store and cop it
Ready for war in the cock pit
Settle the score and bomb shit
The only time I give a shit
Is when I'm on the john bitch
And fuck
While we're out and being honest
My ghostwriter didn't want me on this
Cause he couldn't see me on it

I'm coming, I'm coming, now whatcha gonna do
You're terrified I can tell
Cause I did whatever I wanted to
I don't care if I yell, but atleast I'm fuckin audible
Don't need no fuckin autotune
But be prepared for hell
Ima give it to em, give it to em
Sound goes through the roof
I pound the ground with my boots
Now get outta my booth
I'm so loud
That I lost and found the crown of my tooth
Don't go pout about the youth
Then go bounce around truth
Nah I ain't done yet
Not sunset, don't forget what I'm getting at
Is that infact that I'm best no contest
Bombest, take the vote up to congress
Take them to school like college
I'm makin' these fools acknowledge
I'm the baddest, at my practice
With a handbook full of tactics
You mad bitch? too bad bitch
You can get fucked in the ass with a cactus
But you suck so bad its disasterous
That's enough of the crap lets nap this
Take it back to a time when the raps and rhymes
Was about gats and the crimes and not Xanax

Fuck lil this, and lil that
Lil brats with no skills attached
Don't get killed for that, ah fuck it
Where the pills at
Let em overdose
Lying so bad we'll call you lil pinnochio
I'm going for broke
Claiming that you write your rhymes
But we know you don't
Go blow your nose, you got the sniffles
Cryin motherfuckers I brought the tissues
So whatcha gonna do when you wanna talk shit huh
Then I come to get you
Now I don't talk about guns too much
I don't talk about drugs
I don't even like jewellery
And I'm not around plugs
That's probably why I don't get the plays I deserve
What I says not heard
Cause I like to write the shit
That makes ya itch like razorburn
You know what I mean
I'm talking about your heads and how I make em turn
And I don't need to make up words
Or do a song that caters girls
But I won't wait, I take my turn
But the dates confirmed
Droppin a new LP, Product of my environment
It'll change your world