Operation: Kill Rap

Yeah, all day, fuckin' all day
Doing shows, fucking hoes, getting motherfuckin' paid, nigga
Ah shit, motherfuckin' damn
Got another wack nigga with a mic up in his hand
I be chilling in a car, Purple Rain on repeat
Say she wanna fuck yo boy, but I ain't fucking up my seats
Got some brain in the sheets with a thousand-dollar vest
Got rap on her knees and I nutted on her chest

Fuck rap, fuck rap, nigga, fuck rap, fuck rap, bitch
Fuck rap, nigga, fuck rap, fuck rap
Everybody do it, what is nothing to it (What, what)
Man you better move it, just use it if you lose it, now go
Fuck rap, fuck rap, fuck rap, bitch
Fuck rap, nigga, fuck rap, fuck rap
Everybody do it, what is nothing to it (What, what)
Man you better use it, just use it if you lose it, now go

Half of these niggas is not in my lane
I've been writing since I was 12, producing since I was 15
And pitch black with two chords and a vinyl converter
I flip a sample on his back and make it scream out bloody murder
Got some dealin' on a burner and I spin it off the batter
Drop his body into pieces, then I pick apart and gather
Spread that shit over a pattern and batter bruise, EQ
Treble bass doesn't matter, oh my God, I taste an error
Uh, so I return to the crates
Found my next victim and it's night-time sympathizers
I mean synthesize, spread her legs up her thighs
Kiss her neck, get it wet, trojan best, fuck her right