I don’t see when rap turn from the funnest times to guns and knives
Nuns with nines and rifles pointed at heads glorified
In the back of my mind I sit and contemplate the situations
I’ve hung with respiration the holes in my lungs waiting
On the next order I get from the dickhead upstairs
So I hit the roof with brooms and start kicking over chairs
It isn’t rare to see me freely peeing on the sidewalk and cheesing
Cause I’m a celebrity and I do whatever it is that pleases me
I’m to rotten to the core of the apple for reasoning
But I’ll burn the fabric apart if you ever try to beef with me
And recently treason is the thing I’ve been thinking of most
Like I’m a parasite with you mother fuckers killing my host
So what do I toast for at dinners and brunches?
Peeling you off by the bunches in hundreds (what bitch?)
So when your savior comes down and starts telling you to come with
I’ll probably be throwing knives bullets kicks and punches
If you can dig it
Rappers these days always snitch on themselves
Paying off court fines can’t do shit for the wealth
Talking bout shoot down the stars we’ll take their places
To create real people to walk streets with bathing ape faces
Custom fitted to the style custom fitted for the streets right?
With all the miles the run the hood I couldn’t get to sleep tonight
So I wrote this shit to be discarded and forgotten
Just like your favorite fads do so often
