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2 Chainz!
Yeah, yeah

Take ’em to church, I’m talkin’ the tabernacle
It’s the return of the body snatcher
Walk in the spot, make my woman smack ya (whoo!)
In a fruit fight, I aim at your Adam’s apple
Pull up in the candy car, eatin’ a candy bar
And my girl eatin’ a candy apple
Yeah, I line their ass up, I aim at their Cruiser
All of these stones on my neck, uh
They must have looked at Medusa
Pockets Rasputia of course
I drove some rims to court
I f*cked some twins before
I had a Benz before, this is the sin report
This is the murder, murder, pass the burner, Em
Your money shorter than an acronym
Big body when I’m backin’ in
Ladi-dadi, got a bunch of bodies
N*ggas fakin’, n*ggas human traffickin’ (whoo!)
I’m on the Act’ again, uh
This ain’t a accident, uh
King like Ak-Ron
I run the trap again, you on the treadmill (treadmill)
Never, Neverland, sh*t came with a Ferris wheel (goddamn!)
Ferris day off, baby, AR in the same car
Most of y’all my sons, aww, look at little JR
F12 same color Kate Moss
Uh, I’m talkin’ wrist in the pot
I’m talkin’ this and you not
I’m talkin’ bricks and you not
I’m talkin’ straight up and down, n*gga, like 6 o’clock
This is the equinox, this what the people want
Somebody at the door, I heard the speaker knock, uh

I’m at your throat like Chloraseptic, ‘septic
And you got strep, I’m too complex with, ‘plex with
This sh*t I wrote is on some next sh*t, next sh*t
I’m at your throat, I’m feelin’ reckless, reckless, yeah

Do me a favor, don’t do me no favors
These b*tches got flavors
They all wanna smoke but ain’t doin’ no labor
But they shoppin’ at Raleys, they stingin’ like tasers
Act Hollywood like they play for the Lakers
They fly on the latest
Crocs, alligators, say hi to my haters
Pardon my neighbor
We eatin’ that chicken, lobster, potatoes
You must be sniffin’ that yayo
If you don’t think I’m that n*gga
Swagger on ten since a day old
It’s a-okay though, whippin’ up whip like it’s mayo
Every track is a K.O., technical K.O.
Go off your head like I’m Ayo
Out of this world, talkin’ NATO
It’s ’cause of jail, don’t be an A-hole
‘Cause I got shooters that shoot when I say so (lay low!)
Wanna be in my shoes, you ain’t paid no dues
Real n*gga, you ain’t break no rules (hell yeah!)
High school, n*ggas ate yo’ food
Might dumb it down a little, but I ain’t no fool (hell yeah!)
N*ggas hate every day, B (yeah)
Sh*t is O.C. lately (yeah)
Gotta break ’em off with these Dre beats (yeah)
Or I might go crazy (hell yeah!)
These n*ggas too goddamn lazy (too lazy)
Don’t ever, ever, ever try to play me (to play me)
Lil’ shawty now comin’ from BK (BK)
But I’m tryna come up like JAY-Z (like JAY-Z)
Nothin’ but love from my heart (love from my heart)
I feel entitled to titles (to titles)
F*ck it, man, I want the title (I want the title)
Submission, they goin’ all viral

Like Chloraseptic, ‘septic
And you got strep, I’m too complex with, ‘plex with
This sh*t I wrote is on some next sh*t, next sh*t
I’m at your throat, I’m feelin’ reckless, reckless, yeah (hell yeah)

Bin Laden with a pen, body it again
I begin slaughterin’ your men, prolly shoulda been
Ali or the Svengali embodiment of sin
Like a Saudi in the Taliban plotting an event
In the lobby of the Intercontinental with an obvious intent
And I will not even relent
Up on a little like Osama with a bomb under the bin
Inside the middle of the Pentagon
And hit a kindergartener with a rental (stop!)
Back and forth, back and forth
Like Jack Kevorkian’s ass to court
“Rap mature, why can’t you be like Macklemore? (huh?)
Why you always gotta smack a whore? (huh?) ”
It’s likely the psychiatric ward’s a last resort (huh?)
Something’s gotta give, that’s for sure
Yet you keep comin’ back for more
Not as raw as I was, “Walk on Water” sucks
B*tch, suck my d*ck
Y’all saw the tracklist and had a fit ‘fore you heard it
So you formed your verdict
While you sat with your arms crossed
Did your little reaction videos and talked over songs (chill)
Nah, dog, y’all sayin’ I lost it, your f*ckin’ marbles are gone
(wait, Em!)
But nowadays, every flow, every cadence sounds the same (skrrt)
Brain’s a powder keg, I draw inspiration outta hate
Real pain in the paper, I don’t trace
But if I look strange and outta place
It’s ’cause I’m an alien, that’s why I write ’til the page is outta space
Yeah, from 7 Mile in Novara
To “How can I be down?”, all of us tryna pile in the car (yeah!)
We shot for the stars (yeah!)
‘Cause we only got so much time in this world (yeah!)
So rewind it to your high school dance to the night before
If you think you’re promised tomorrow (yeah!)
Now I’m ’bout to fool again
This tune is sick, it’s luminous, the moon is lit
A freakin’ lunatic, a human computer chip
And I’m soon to stick a broom in the uterus of your Hooters chick
If I was you, I wouldn’t do nothin’ stupid due to the mood I’m in
I’m losin’ it, you get chewed like a Junior Mint
Show me who to rip, it’s time for you to get screwed
Empty the lubricant and put super glue in it (woo!)
How many f*ckin’ rappers did I go through?
Dispel doubt, but you won’t admit I smoked
You was spellbound, hellbound in my snowsuit
But am I s’posed to sound like everything else out?
‘Cause I don’t get compared to it, only myself now
And I can see the fair-weather fans and sales down
But the only way I care is if I let myself down
But what the f*ck have I woke to?
Time to eat the vocals and sh*t out Pro Tools
I know you still want me to ill out, don’t you?
Hopin’ the old Slim’s gonna spill out, open
Fire on your whole camp with this spit I wrote you
So chill out, no, you versuri.us
Hoes couldn’t roast me with the sh*t I wrote you
Then I took a stand, went at Tan-Face and practically cut my motherf*ckin’ fan base in half and still outsold you
You just called my sh*t trash
Thank God, I rap better when the odds are stacked
“Revival’s wack, I don’t like the ‘Zombie’ track
Or when he’s talkin’ that garbage psychotic crap
Where’s your content at?
What’s with all the conscious rap?
P! Nk, Beyoncé this and Kehlani that” (yeah!)
I just added to the fuel in my rocket pack
‘Til I’m ready to respond, then I’ma launch it at ’em
Idiotic from the f*ckin’ embryonic sac
To the bodybag, I’ll be back
And when I am, I’ll be at your f*ckin’ throat like—

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