lyrics part 8
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Offended by K. Jay
Ayo,
Fuck any-- nah, nah all these kids
Who pissin’ they’re pants when
Somethin’ so little gets them so mad
And they take it to Twitter and bitch about it.
Now back to the album.I
Kamikaze into a body of paparazzi.
Maybe after tonight, I can go play some yahtzee with
The fat man across the street,
Who can raise the rent of the property.
I gotta make sure he wins in Monopoly.
I’ll probably tie a rope around my neck
And jump off a building.
Pencil writes in penicillin.
These beats are so fillin’.
I’m a villainous winner who’s poppin’ pills and
Never tries to explain his bars
‘Cause they always just have no deeper meanin’.
You know Sonny Bono?
Turns out he really loved the trees.
One day he went skiing and one gave him deathly injuries.
Dead presidents are my thing and
I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout money.
I’m into ‘em and you may call me bummy
Or a necro but the point is
With dead people, you can avoid the
Need for consent.
Just dig ‘em up from the dirt
And show how much you love them.
Listen to me when I say
I’d smash the corpse of JFK
‘Til he came back to life.
Then I’d just shoot ‘em in the head again.I’m not a monster, though.
I’ll say “Fuck the H********!”,
But no one ever believes me.
Why?
Well, I don’t know.
Maybe it’s ‘cause I was cool with M********.
I even sucked on his weenie
‘Til it was bleeding.
The love we were makin’ was steamier
Than the time that I was plowin’ H*****
With the Riddler
While I was on ritalin and a paint inhaler.
What?
I did say “Fuck the H********!”.
Am I wrong
For doin’ what I said I would?
Why are y’all so pissed off?
I’ll hit a woman harder than
Will Smith hit Chris Rock.
I’ll knock the socks off of any thot
Who’s thinkin’ she’s hot.
I don’t care if she’s my girl or not.
I’ll rip off her top
Then smack her tits harder than
Chris Brown hitting Rihanna.
I’m droppin’ bars on the beat
Like they’re bombs to Pearl Harbor.
Destruction all across the country.
I’m a fly baller like Kobe.
I’ll destroy my own career
In a helicopter
By my own will.
I don’t need Arnold to say “Get in da choppa!”.
Call it plane suicide, like kamikaze.
I’ll bomb a childrens’ hospital
In a Maserati.
Yo’ momma lookin’ naughty.
To bad she’s a slutty h*****
Who’d end up givin’ me herpes.
I’m trying but nothing’s working.
These thoughts I can’t contain ‘em,
Like China to Covid-19.
I’m only trying
To make ya momma mad while pissin’ you off.
If you don’t like it,
Then skip the song.
Until then,
I’ll fuck K**-**** **
In a thongAnd roll on a nuclear football,
Which hits America with a bomb.
You thought I was gone?
Nah bitch, we movin’ along.
I’ve got the bong.
I’ll smoke a cigar with an Ethiopian kid.
He’ll probably be so hungry
He’ll try and eat the shit.
Survivin’ offa fingernails.
Can’t even get any record sales.
You know what?
Imma just frickin’ mail
Christian Bale
A rough copy of the tape.
These bars, I r***.
The alphabet, I mistake
To be a * *- ****** ****.
Who’s tryna date
A superstar like me.
I’m tryna get into her cake,
But Chris Hanson makes way
From behind her bedroom door.
I grabbed the bitch and ran away.
They haven’t found me for days.
Put on Michael Jackson,
Everybody sings the shit.
Put on R. Kelly,
Everyone turns to an activist.
“What’s wrong guys, can’t you see?
These dudes inspired me
To go out and pick up bitches
Whose ages are 3 to 13!”
I swear I’m not mean.
I don’t rap or do drugs,
I just smack the shit outta pregnant ladies
Just ‘cause it’s fun.
If you let me get to you,
Know this isn’t my message.
Satan’s been speakin’ though my head.
He says “I hope you’re offended.”
