Butter Scotch James Bond

My bitch James Bond, fuck like double 07
Her dad came in can you wait a damn second? (Na let me in)
Sober to skinny I stand here corrected
The binz all black but my skin like a reverend (Woah!)
Motherfuckers talking 'bout this, talking 'bout that career
Man that shit lame I got sensitive ears
Bull shit out your mouth its been hella of a year
You a controlled motherfucker like Britney Spears
Breaking past records, only got 5 speed
If it's a 911 well that's all I need (Turbo)
I remember talking to him, say he wanna be a welder
Oh I wanna write jokes, "Capping in the shelter"
Now look at me, I'm an all sports athlete
The music number one then the writing maybe acting
Rap snitches stay acting, uh
Like Mr.DiCaprio (Wall street)
Heard the new flavor? Yes it's green pistachio
Hey Mr.Quinn still up and rhyming though?
Have you heard different? Well you must be sniffing blow
Your jokes on hold like the Beatles with Ringo
I shoot like Rango, I kill like Django (Pew, pew, pew)
Melancholy radio like "Who's this asshole?"
The one on the announcements, proceed with caution
Damn did someone die? 'Cause its smells like auschwitz... (Pee-yew)

I watched adventure time, ayo, fuck the office
Just kidding, I really like Carell
Christians talk heaven but they in hell
Can I ask you a question, is it hot? (Yes, very)
You know like Monroe or even Megan Fox
No not Jorja, they out of her league
That's like saying Hershey's just as good as Sprees
They ain't in the same category
Streaks hit me up, get the fuck off my story
And here jimmy, or should I call you FC?
Ain't got time for violence, but the raps where I speak
'Cause I know these rhymes are tight, the battle ain't fair
If you think you can rap, there's a line at the fair
The rollercoaster with the the straps, that hurts your nuts (Carnie)
I payed ten dollars, I just puked out guts
Fuck Venetian, the story ain't done, no completion
When I die bury me with money like in Egypt
Winter, fall, summer, I still change every season
Used to have buck teeth, now they back to even
What's up
The big girl was over still playing with my feelings
Her cousin in law was like "Dump him to the ceiling"
They wasn't even cousins but they had the same game
White trash heritage and guess who is to blame

Tell your girl fucking at me, next time she get at me
What the mob say? "Oh now they gon' wack me"



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Writer(s): William Dover
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