Dr. Disrespect
Did you notice when I walked in the room
Everybody broke their back just to turn and salute
I say bitch go take the trash out
They start yelling out whom
I point at you and it starts burning
This your final commute
Let them go with a shoot
In your ass with a shoe
It's a slippery slope
But we won't let that shit scoot
Smoke on that "I am Groot"
Broke a branch when it grew
She hit me with a grope
I'm dropping ash on her glutes
I don't want to hurt no feelings
But you know that it's real
They don't care how you feel
They ain't scared of your steel
They don't see what you selling
Don't give a fuck bout a deal
You could lower your prices
And still get stuck with the peels
How you claim you a King
But when I step up you kneel
They saw me walk in your castle
And make you make me a meal
Give yourself all this hope
And failure straight on your heels
Now you drown in that jam
Before that bitch can congeal
It's so erroneous
I get so felonious
I think I should kill them slow
They yell out that we know he must
Every time I let it sing
It feels so damn harmonious
Better yet, melodious
Round the clock like Mobius
You ain't got to second guess
My flow is sanctimonious
Married to the money
Everyday is ceremonious
Get a bag, its copious
Got to brag, you know he does
You ain't even second best
I throw the threes, you know he does
You know he does
Everybody broke their back just to turn and salute
I say bitch go take the trash out
They start yelling out whom
I point at you and it starts burning
This your final commute
Let them go with a shoot
In your ass with a shoe
It's a slippery slope
But we won't let that shit scoot
Smoke on that "I am Groot"
Broke a branch when it grew
She hit me with a grope
I'm dropping ash on her glutes
I don't want to hurt no feelings
But you know that it's real
They don't care how you feel
They ain't scared of your steel
They don't see what you selling
Don't give a fuck bout a deal
You could lower your prices
And still get stuck with the peels
How you claim you a King
But when I step up you kneel
They saw me walk in your castle
And make you make me a meal
Give yourself all this hope
And failure straight on your heels
Now you drown in that jam
Before that bitch can congeal
It's so erroneous
I get so felonious
I think I should kill them slow
They yell out that we know he must
Every time I let it sing
It feels so damn harmonious
Better yet, melodious
Round the clock like Mobius
You ain't got to second guess
My flow is sanctimonious
Married to the money
Everyday is ceremonious
Get a bag, its copious
Got to brag, you know he does
You ain't even second best
I throw the threes, you know he does
You know he does
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Writer(s): Najee Achong
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