NICKLE!!!
This is for the fronters and the naysayers I'm about to scare away the drummers and the bass players They say I'm out of my league on this one So when I get done, I want you to cut your fuckin' ears off, Twitpic 'em
Lord, I want you to leave this vicinity You gon' be around here 'bout long as Justin Bieber's virginity This is Jesus identity, mixed with weed, Hennessey, Kennedy, King Mixed with a kill-or-be-killed killer regime, ill as you seen, switch
Y'all write all that hard shit, then y'all fall right off, it's horrible My oracle is all I offer, so before I borrow, yo Won't be here tomorrow flow, sorry, I will prob'ly adios My body with somebody toast
This shit just practice, sickest rappin' Baptist, kill your pastor Steal your Chap Stick, after that make you kiss a cactus Then take your hoe, make the hoe give the whole clique fellatio Everyone, that wasn't the whole entourage on HBO
Then after that, I tell her, I can't do much with you, shawty I just found out I could fly to Dubai and hire Buffy the Body Don't call us if the bitches ain't flawless If they are, then we can hang, like Aretha Franklin braless
The drunk me can box like the sober you The sober me be more nervous Than Waka Flocka in the votin' booth We beef like bein' deep and dumpin' Ks You beef like Lady Gaga and her stylist
Y'all get together to look good in front of a bunch of gays My Feng Shui is a pump in the desert You'll come up shorter than an Asian Jumpin' out of a trunk in the desert While my wolfpack looks for strippers and cocaine
Niggas snitchin', it's a shame, we call 'em male tattlers Fiends touchin' they noses more than URL battlers It's hard to spit saliva when you spit fire So I'll just pour sugar in your gas tank Put a banana in your tailpipe So the car can fit the driver
Bumpin this. Peep Royce's verse (the last one)...
