Devil's Reject
You guys fucking suck
You need an oxy or an addy I got a cabinet full of each
All these rappers, singers, new beginners suck, I hate it when they speak
I just went down on a pop star I got glitter in my teeth
She suck my dick like nicotine I swear to god this shit a breeze
And I'll ride down to the D to get treated like a celebrity
Like my house got an addy that start with B as in Beverly
Take the guillotine out when I feel you ahead of me
Ratatouille with the bars I can show you the recipe
Ain't no rats in my soup
Ain't no cops in my coop
Showing old Fox News they ain't the only ones that know how to shoot
I treat the arm and hammer like it's baby powder
When I pamper toddlers
Rappers, actors, Christians, fathers
All of it's the same, why bother
Twice a shower in a day
Keeping all the babes at bay
Kamikaze bombs away
Fell out of love then fell in place
I'd like to say I found the drugs but I know they found me
That's from all the people that I chose to keep around me
Grew up kinda nervous always scared that they would clown me
Now these hoes treat me kinda like the paparazzi
Fuckin' Plan A raw, I don't believe in Plan B
She my sex slave toy like my first name Andy
I'm the nasty mastermind who fucks his bitch to pass the time
More twisted and conflicted then half the shit that you had in mind
Erase it out the paperwork just to say that I crossed a line
They think it's all cap till they see my ass outside the rhyme
Look at the people I'm running behind
Look at what happened to homie for ridin' for slime
You really thinkin' he takin' that time
You really think he ain't takin' the plea
Don't ask what I do if it came down to me
Bein' a gangster the last thing I'd be
Bein' a gangster the last thing I need
I mean livin' life with the paranoia
Gotta keep it tucked lookin' over shoulders
That's not me and I don't wanna do it
Yet you rep the shit lookin' fuckin' stupid
Then you rap about it like you really shoot it
Whole time you're a nerd, you're a doofus
How do I know, you're just like me
You wanna look tough, look good on the screen
Like everyone else, you know what I mean
Let's keep it a buck, you not runnin' with me
Tell you the truth, you not fuckin' with me
Underground king, a new title for me
Takin' my time, while ahead in the lead
You wanna die protectin' these streets
Heard your whole album, it already leaked
Safe to say that you already peaked
Safe to say that I'm a tough act to beat
You want some advice, you gotta believe
Confidence is key, take it from me
I can tell you about the birds and the bees
You need an oxy or an addy I got a cabinet full of each
All these rappers, singers, new beginners suck, I hate it when they speak
I just went down on a pop star I got glitter in my teeth
She suck my dick like nicotine I swear to god this shit a breeze
And I'll ride down to the D to get treated like a celebrity
Like my house got an addy that start with B as in Beverly
Take the guillotine out when I feel you ahead of me
Ratatouille with the bars I can show you the recipe
Ain't no rats in my soup
Ain't no cops in my coop
Showing old Fox News they ain't the only ones that know how to shoot
I treat the arm and hammer like it's baby powder
When I pamper toddlers
Rappers, actors, Christians, fathers
All of it's the same, why bother
Twice a shower in a day
Keeping all the babes at bay
Kamikaze bombs away
Fell out of love then fell in place
I'd like to say I found the drugs but I know they found me
That's from all the people that I chose to keep around me
Grew up kinda nervous always scared that they would clown me
Now these hoes treat me kinda like the paparazzi
Fuckin' Plan A raw, I don't believe in Plan B
She my sex slave toy like my first name Andy
I'm the nasty mastermind who fucks his bitch to pass the time
More twisted and conflicted then half the shit that you had in mind
Erase it out the paperwork just to say that I crossed a line
They think it's all cap till they see my ass outside the rhyme
Look at the people I'm running behind
Look at what happened to homie for ridin' for slime
You really thinkin' he takin' that time
You really think he ain't takin' the plea
Don't ask what I do if it came down to me
Bein' a gangster the last thing I'd be
Bein' a gangster the last thing I need
I mean livin' life with the paranoia
Gotta keep it tucked lookin' over shoulders
That's not me and I don't wanna do it
Yet you rep the shit lookin' fuckin' stupid
Then you rap about it like you really shoot it
Whole time you're a nerd, you're a doofus
How do I know, you're just like me
You wanna look tough, look good on the screen
Like everyone else, you know what I mean
Let's keep it a buck, you not runnin' with me
Tell you the truth, you not fuckin' with me
Underground king, a new title for me
Takin' my time, while ahead in the lead
You wanna die protectin' these streets
Heard your whole album, it already leaked
Safe to say that you already peaked
Safe to say that I'm a tough act to beat
You want some advice, you gotta believe
Confidence is key, take it from me
I can tell you about the birds and the bees
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Writer(s): Trenton Shaft
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