Operation: Kill Rap

All day (bitch), Fucking all day Doing shows, fucking hoes Getting motherfucking paid nigga Aww shit, motherfucker damn I got another wack nigga with a mic up in his hands I be chilling in the car, wolverine on repeat Say she wanna fuck your boy, but I ain't fucking up my seats There's some brain on the sheets, with a thousand dollar vest Got rap on her knees, and I nutted on her chest Fuck rap Fuck rap, nigga, fuck rap, fuck rap (bitch) Fuck rap, nigga, fuck rap, fuck rap Everybody do it, nothing special to it Man you better move it, just use it if you lose it (now go) Fuck rap, nigga, fuck rap, fuck rap (bitch) Fuck rap, nigga, fuck rap, fuck rap Everybody do it, boy there's nothing to it Man you better use it, just use it if you lose it (now go) Half of these niggas is not on my lane I been writing since I was 12 Producing since I was 15 And pitch black with 2 chords and a vinyl converter I put a sample on its back make it scream out bloody murder Got some dealing on the burner and I'm spitting out the batter Chop his body into pieces then I pick a part and gather Write that shit over a pattern and EQ, trebble bass doesn't matter Oh my god I taste an error So I returned to the crates Found my next victim and its nighttime sympathize Oops! I meant synthesize Spread her legs, up her thighs Kiss her neck, get it wet Trojan best, fuck her right