Dead Presidents (Freestyle)

Put the country in the waste, man
Bring it back into the You-Man, no human
Two fan back
K.M.$ on the track, nigga smoke a sassy sack
Sack of shit, into the back
While theses classy rat attack

Back to back
I can rap of track
Keep the trains outta track
While I keep a naughty track
Pilin stacks of what is bigger
While the finger on the trigger
Sun is crashing on hard liquor
No diamonds, only gold digger

Mold triggers, war is on the internet
All bout cold figure, big winners dead
Only bountys, no snickers
Our Africa was digged by some kanye "gold diggers"
Old slickers, who use to kicker, lick her
Like some whore thiccer
Get it out quicker
Look in mirror
Bring you dinner
Burn the money for my liver so
Raise the finger
If you consider
For all my niggas

What it do? World corrupted, nothing meant it
Tell me who is you? Oh you was born in the good body?
What is new? Oh you got the world for granted
Granted, rented, oh you house dont fit in
Poli-tics of the, government want to end it

All i really wanna do is promote my music
To the the therapeutic
To a world so cubic
Made by stanley kubrik
Burn the rapist, trough this
Do this, do fit
I dont do no permit

I just get a fucking message
Burn the white house little wreckage
Can give you a telemessage
Yes be ready for miscarriage
I can be a fucking legend
While i don't real need to bend
I don't need no fucking friend
Cause imma die into the end
Ah