Naughty Rhymer

Yo
It's Inauguration Day
On any motherfuckin' day
On some real shit tho
You know what I'm sayin'
(What, what, what, what)
They call me the Naughty motherfuckin' Rhymer
So pay attention (What, what, what)

Yo
I'ma be inaugurated to this rap game
Unlike you fuckin' rappers smokin' roaches out of ash trays
You better hope it ain't your motherfuckin' last day
When I pour the forty-ounce of vodka to the gas flames
Givin' a motherfuckin' shout-out to Jose
The Cuervo that gon' have yo ass runnin' like you was OJ
We the type to say the realest shit you won't say
When we're preppin' lines like we're doing an O of cocaine
I'll make a diss without knowing your name
You ain't ready for this closed fist
When it's an inch close to your face
When I take a swing and blow your brains all over this place
You know what I'm sayin', you rappers goin' your chauvinist ways
I spit that venom and rage with venomous taste
You ain't prepared when I take this motherfuckin' pen to the page
And make a record that hits harder than a hit to the face
You better shut your trap before I put an end to your reign

(What, what, what, what)
I'ma be inaugurated to this rap game
(What, what, what, what)
You better hope it ain't your motherfuckin' last day
(What, what, what, what)
I'ma be inaugurated to this rap game, sucka
(What, what, what, what)
You better hope it ain't your motherfuckin' last day