Intro
I go by F.O.D
Got a crazy reputation
Cause my aspirations
Dirty like a masturbation
Plus, my style is vicious
I make people so suspicious
And let me say something
Your sister's pussy's so delicious
Man, you know I'm the best
Don't compare to the rest
I will never take an L
This ain't no fucking test
I got a sick flow
Gonna rap a bit slow
A midget gave me head
That's a low blow
Me and my homies
Mixing vodka with a cup of sprite
And if you wanna join us
We gon party all night
Because we run the town
Nobody ever gon take me down
Wanna fight for the crown?
Turn around clown
I'mma pass this to my brother
He gonna spit some heat
Yeah
Bro we haven't even reach our peaks
I will murder you verbally
I don't need a beat
And everybody's bitching
Cause I'm making money as we speak
If you try me
I'mma make you squeak
I'm sipping lean
While your girl is fucking
The entire football team
And everyone knows
That she don't like it clean
So if you trying to talk back to me
We'll make that movie Love Actually
So you will sit around and wait and see?
When I control the game
Like I were a fucking referee
I am more handsome
And I'm richer then you'll ever be
And when it comes to rap
I'm better, no one disagrees
So why attack the king
When he's on his throne
Slaughtered every competition
Earned the crown that I own
If you think i'm a faker
I spit right of the dome
Now get the fuck out of my way
And let me get in my zone
Got a crazy reputation
Cause my aspirations
Dirty like a masturbation
Plus, my style is vicious
I make people so suspicious
And let me say something
Your sister's pussy's so delicious
Man, you know I'm the best
Don't compare to the rest
I will never take an L
This ain't no fucking test
I got a sick flow
Gonna rap a bit slow
A midget gave me head
That's a low blow
Me and my homies
Mixing vodka with a cup of sprite
And if you wanna join us
We gon party all night
Because we run the town
Nobody ever gon take me down
Wanna fight for the crown?
Turn around clown
I'mma pass this to my brother
He gonna spit some heat
Yeah
Bro we haven't even reach our peaks
I will murder you verbally
I don't need a beat
And everybody's bitching
Cause I'm making money as we speak
If you try me
I'mma make you squeak
I'm sipping lean
While your girl is fucking
The entire football team
And everyone knows
That she don't like it clean
So if you trying to talk back to me
We'll make that movie Love Actually
So you will sit around and wait and see?
When I control the game
Like I were a fucking referee
I am more handsome
And I'm richer then you'll ever be
And when it comes to rap
I'm better, no one disagrees
So why attack the king
When he's on his throne
Slaughtered every competition
Earned the crown that I own
If you think i'm a faker
I spit right of the dome
Now get the fuck out of my way
And let me get in my zone
Credits
Writer(s): Joseph Kirkland
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