| Now, you pay up or else |
| What are you gonna do, kill me? |
| I’ll teach you a lesson, you long-haired git! |
| I don’t have to take that sort of talk anymore. Not from anybody |
| There ain’t a reason I should fucking pretend |
| I rock my swagga on a hundred percent |
| But fuck love and respect |
| I’m vexed hungry and come to offend |
| And trust me I’ve done done it again |
| I mutter contempt another fuckree just under the breath |
| The dunce left from the club in a blubbering wreck |
| Mustn’t forget that good things come to an end |
| But I’m the baddest thing you’re touching me yeah |
| So allow me to reintroduce the recluse |
| Mind set to feed himself fumes and abuse |
| He was busy speaking the truth in his youth |
| Now elusive, rarely ever seen in the booth |
| Got 'em begging for the new shit |
| Live and exclusive |
| Until the mood lifts he’s lighting his toothpick |
| Truth is dude spits tight as the noose grips |
| Loose lips two bit pricks couldn’t do shit |
| If the shoe fits he’s treading on extremities |
| Knows what the poison is just get him on the remedies |
| Settle on your enemy and fight until the death |
| Isn’t drinking for the subtle hint of cider on the breath |
| I confess I’m depressed and I couldn’t care less |
| 'bout your rapper don swagger or your puffed out chest |
| What, next a tiny bit of shine at best |
| Then a lifetime spent on the side like the rest |
| There ain’t a reason I should fucking pretend |
| I rock my swagga on a hundred percent |
| But fuck love and respect |
| I’m vexed hungry and come to offend |
| And trust me I’ve done done it again |
| I mutter contempt another fuckree just under the breath |
| The dunce left from the club in a blubbering wreck |
| Mustn’t forget that good things come to an end |
| But I’m the baddest thing you’re touching me yeah |
| I guess you lesser breddas better button it |
| He was simply waiting for the game to catch him up a bit |
| Nothing did |
| Fresh off the mothership desperate to double dip |
| Under his fingers to rest on his gums and lips |
| The gutter kid, blessed with that other shit |
| And if you really wanna test me I come equipped |
| Yeah, I’ve got 'em vexed man they’re trucking it |
| But those motherfuckers don’t know who the fuck they’re fucking with |
| So let me give 'em a clue |
| It’s that rap-cat longer than a didgeridoo |
| Billin' a zoot, walking in and filling his boots |
| Of your wives, your girlfriends and mistresses too |
| Shit happens that didn’t approve |
| Looked a little confused deadsitted the rou |
| But I couldn’t give a flying fuck sitting consumed |
| The bitterest fumes I’m back bitch isn’t it true |
| There ain’t a reason I should fucking pretend |
| I rock my swagga on a hundred percent |
| But fuck love and respect |
| I’m vexed hungry and come to offend |
| And trust me I’ve done done it again |
| I mutter contempt another fuckree just under the breath |
| The dunce left from the club in a blubbering wreck |
| Mustn’t forget that good things come to an end |
| But I’m the baddest thing you’re touching me yeah |