A quarter hour of fame, would be the sourest thang
Not long enough to even learn about pronouncing my name
It’s the nigger though, vying for the throne like I was Cicero
You better learn my name, repeat that shit like it was Figaro
I’m slitting throats, your mouths going OH! Like polyglycerols
Make music only, beef free like Bangalore or his tanned bull/(Istanbul...)
You want beef? Then skeet skeet, take some ranch in each cheek
Rappers piss me off like drunk niggas at the urinal
Quit barking, your shit is turrible, deter it at the terminal
Of your speech, before I Aldo Raine your brain to a convertible
Test your vertical, it’s vertigo with a boot in your ass
Bitch you’re not lyrical, it’s personal, when you’re whooping that trash
Sick of no flow niggas, mad cuz they broke niggas
Spitting garbles of shit and then they claim that it’s genius
The same so-so don’t know a musical note
Got no fans for a reason, you motherfucking elitists
Yeah you’re stuck and defeated, so you’re not running shit either
You’re more irrelevant than a dude selling buckets of Zima
You seeing me? Ha like Israel on an Arab atlas
Saying Kente is great, you must be staring backwards
Must be stuck in the past, brush the dust off your ass
Evolved beyond human, zooming towards that Brahmin status
Got me laughing at this wackest apparatus
Get ate like broke housing crowded by arachnids

When the nig get desperate! Shit gets hectic!
Nig get desperate! Shit gets hectic!
The Nig get desperate! Shit gets hectic!
Nig! He’s desperate! Hectic as shit!

My rhetoric’s benevolent in sentiment, dig
Don’t take a libertine unsettling to tell like it is
But then these sensitive bereft of thinking netwits insist
That I’m as irreverent as reverends are meddling with kids
Keep that brain moist, light like black skin in advertisements bruh
Obscenity is high in us? Then you can read some James Joyce
It’s a vain choice to censor a man’s voice
Getting stuck on some words and then you bitches miss the main point
Fuck, shit, ass, nigga, cunt, bitch, vag, dick, uhhh
I say these words, you acting like they’re coupled with swastikas
Unless they’re coupled with actions bruh, move the fuck on
Using run ons, to get me chastised like on the ballot nuns
Society’s piety creates confusing visions
Here in the South, gun control means {BOOM BOOM} rhythm
Never lived through logic, that would be a boon to the system
I suggest we keep the faith but please lose the religion, it’s sickening