RAP SHXT

You can get the chrome, hit the fitted off your dome This shit you think you know, think I'm kiddin', then you wrong This ain't no song, just flexin' my bars Y'all broke down like the shit in your garage Put the pressure on your shoulder blade talk that shit Show up in a motorcade, fuck that shit Man everybody knows you fake, plus you a bitch And everybody knows you hate hustling and motivate Everybody knows I'm the Goat, greatest How you gonna say I'm not your favorite? As far as country rap goes everyone's just okay But you know I'ma go crazy white boy Get a job done, standin' by myself with a pump What's up? you fuckboys stand around don't even get shit done, shit's junk I'm plugged in like light sockets and plus I am psychotic Don't bark, I bite, Mike Tyson, roll dice gamble life that's inYou shouldn't fuck around with me, fuck around with me You shouldn't fuck around with me, I won't let it be I won't let 'em breathe, RIP to a motherfucker that want war with me Run up get your ass served VIP Whoop a bitch nigga ass my specialty SOB, son of a gun, huh Look at how fast they run, uh My pistol it knocks heads off shoulders That's game over done,uh Whole bunch of hoes and shit hoe clique No talent havin' ass hoe, bitch hoe shit Buckshot, get rocked, hillbilly hold this Want smoke? I got it, who wanna get lit? I ain't tryna hear about your trip That shits gay as fuck, two dicks, no bitch Walk around lookin' like a lick, prolly rob these dudes with my fist Who wanna get it rockin'? It ain't ever been a problem We can hit 'em with a shotgun, you ain't gonna see tomorrow He a motherfuckin' goner, I'm a motherfuckin' gunner Ain't that a motherfucker, motherfucker, motherfucker? Leave 'em on slump shit, bump my shit Took a city boy to show you what country is Pull my boots on then kicked in the door And lets burn the rap sense bitch this is war Sittin' shotgun, with a shotgun I've been poppin' Since Master P and Silkk the Shocker had 'em sayin' uhh We can get it rockin', it ain't never been a problem Fuck boy we ain't worried about none We can get it done, I'ma be the one Better run Forrest run Forrest run Run for it run for it run You can bring a knife and I'ma bring a gun Pow, wow, I just bought a new house Livin' up north you can see it from the south Who's that peepin' in my window? Pow, nobody, nobody now You ain't talkin' 'bout me then nobody counts On top of the mountain, nobody around Fuck the mainstream, I'll remain underground All alone on the throne where the fuck is my crown? Whoa, oh, you ain't got no soul you fuckers outta control You microwave while I cook on the stove Y'all Betty Crocker's I'm cookin' up dough I'm a goon in this rap shit Y'all lookin' like food in this rap shit I'm a fool with this rap shit One more album and I'm through with this rap shit What more I gotta do to prove I ain't number two? Bitch who the fuck are you Writin' three number one's you ain't did shit once I'ma do this shit again just incase you needed proof, ooh I'm sorry Ms. Jackson, I've been OutKastin' Do this for practice, line after line how I'm catchin' these rappers Way too much talkin' bitch, where is the action? Bitch I'm just askin'? What the fuck happened? The game ain't the same so I came did my thing I created the lane now I'm done with this rap shit