"Get more for your money, when you fuck with mr. Porter-r-r-r-r... " As long as I got my pen I don't need a friend We got ears that we each'll lend each other, my brother just hollered at me again He said he tired of all the lyin, deceivin and Dick-ridin the people providin on every beat but when I do it it's stupid, I bruise it like a bad bitch I lose it, my music's a movement and they just mad stiff
I told 'em it's mathematical in this pad lift Point 'em out and I will subtract him, with an ad lib See the fact is (what) I'm a bastard How can I not be (macho, man) ? I'm a (savage) In the past I was passive, now I'm mad bitch I'm spazzin, you get an adidas classic where yo' ass is
Eh-eh, eh-eh, nickel ain't the one at all Snatch your vocal chords out then plug 'em in my wall You a knife at a gun fight, our shit is raw You a square, you're silverware in a civil war The slaughterhouse wolf pack, riders under the moon The reason you itchin wit'cha lighter under your spoon I'm a lover, the lead bustin is old to me
You put your head in her butt, I headbutt the ovaries God dipped me in war paint for all weathers I'm mr. Spill the liquor on my alcohol tether No need to ride with nobody, I feel the heat can help me Your jean's skinnier than em is when he eatin healthy, hahaha
Outnumbered, outspoken, outcasted Outweighed outrageous odds and outlasted Outlandish, so I learned to outwit 'em I outsmart 'em, outgrew 'em, I outdid 'em Cream, out-bid 'em, team can't out-spit him (You could) keep sleepin, your wet dream is out with him
(See) do a lil' yoga, a lil' kama sutra Steakhouse nigga, used to be a ramen noodler Heavy on b and e's, was a calm intruder Pumped a ruger, moms called me con and loser I suggest you and your mans'll regroup (why?) Bet against it, and probably can't recoup - out!
I point a pistol at your mamma mia I'm sick as tyson in the ring at the colosseum with gonorrhea Fuck a rapper, my clapper black as muhammadiya Fuck you r&b bitches, shut up! You not aaliyah (Ha ha!) when mr. Porter record a piano Producers may wanna order some ammo I'm a california corner reporter
Your boy wasn't born with a quarter Bein poor as a whore and I'm an aura It's sorta soprano; look here We reinvent the wheel to have a (good year) - and y'all tired We like tyler perry mixed with everlast The house of payne pain, slaughterhouse gang nigga!
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Compositores: Denaun M Porter (ASCAP), Dominick Wickliffe (ASCAP), Joell Christopher Ortiz (Joell Ortiz) (BMI), Joseph Anthony Budden (BMI), Ryan D Montgomery (BMI)Editores: Artegia Music (BMI), Cooper Project Music (BMI), Derty Werks (ASCAP), Lotto Ticket (ASCAP), Music Corporation Of America Inc (BMI)Administração: Velocity Future Collections (ASCAP)ECAD verificado obra #17984831 em 20/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM