Have To Pass

Yo, I'mma have to pass, yo

I'mma have to pass on bumping your shit
But I might catch you slippin', be punkin' your shit
On some Reggie Roby shit I be punting your shit
Carve your fucking face out on some pumpkin shit (Carving)
You'z a motherfucking Wack-o-lantern (A Wack-o-lantern)
I'mma give you a reality check for Christmas on some Secret Santa
See I be puttin' in work, Anywhere can be a station
I'm giving birth to the murk, that's your termination
See I was suppose to get a oil change today but I would rather rap
You were suppose to start that new job your aunt got you but you'd rather nap
Don't even get me started on these broads sometimes I would rather fap
Cuz forget her tits, Her personality be looking rather flat
Let me gather my bag cuz this rap game, It just ain't my bag
These cats so wack their kids be like, "Naw, that ain't my dad"
There's your little sixteen bars
Right now I'm on a conference call, Split screen with Mars
Man get off my nards

I'm just being honest, I have entirely too many errands
To be sitting here worrying about your flaws like some Hip Hop Karen but...
It's like a fucking (How would I describe it)
Aids/Heroin needle that you shouldn't be sharing
Talking about your wack style or the style that you lack
And those are not the same thing in fact, You'd be better off in drag
Because drag queens lip synch and you should too
Don't let me catch you slippin' son, I'll hit you with a quick one-two
You're rapping about Punk Bitches, but you're one too
You're just entirely not ready for this Oak Street Kung Fu
And instead of hitting you with sixteen, I'm only gonna hit you with twelve
Cuz I can tell just looking at you, your life is a living hell

I'mma have to pass on the idea of me bumping your shit
I'mma have to pass on the idea of me bumping your shit