Lucifer

Yeah, they listen to me like when Manson spoke (shh)

They say I don't know struggle no more, that's a joke (haha)

Bitch, the fuckin' elevator in my mansion's broke (see?)

I have to walk like half a block to get a can of Coke (damn)

And Candace O, I ain't mad at her (ah)

I ain't gon' throw the fact bitch forgot she was Black back at her

Laugh at her like them crackers she's backin' after her back is turned

In a cute MAGA hat with her brand-new White Lives Matter shirt (haha, nope)

Or say this MAGA dirtbag in a skirt

Just opened the biggest can of worms on the whole planet Earth

Call her "Grand Wizard" (yeah), "Klandace" (haha), or "Grand Dragon," or

Like the national anthem, I won't stand for the tramp (why?)

But I can't diss her 'cause my plans are to get in her pants

And I'll blow my chance if I answer back to her

My shit is like taking Deborah Mathers at her word

Yeah, I'm that absurd, we had a spat, then afterwards

We squashed the beef like a hamburger patty, or should I say gigantic turd?

'Cause I put that shit to bed like Amber Heard at a Mattress Firm (slut)

But if this is what he do to his mom (pfft)

Imagine what he'd do to you (ha), I'm a lunatic armed

And if it's you I use the clip on, for you to respond

Is ludicrous, ma, look at what your uterus spawned, Lucifer

This must be a cold day in Hell (yeah)

Tell me, what have we done? (Whoa)

Take me out my misery, I bought Heaven when it was up for sale

And now I need a refund, bae (yeah)

So whether you friend or you are foe (whoa)

Far as bars go, even fuckin' retards know (yeah)

That as far as smoke with me, I don't think it'd be smart, so (whoa)

Might as well go lookin' for smoke with Lamar, bro (yeah, yeah)

But Marshall, you're gettin' more perverse every time you record a verse and

It's like you came from 2000, stepped out a portal, cursin'

Hurlin' horrible slurs towards the world and

Why can't you make fun of people behind their backs like a normal person?

But when you reach these heights, freedom of speech dies (what?)

With every line that I recite, them PC police try

To throw me in jail with no bail like a peace prize

For all of them years (what?), they reduced me to tears (yeah)

Tried to shrink me to pea-sized, only to see my (what?)

Self-esteem rise, now these are my replies (mm)

They made me eat shit (shit), I fed it back to 'em three times (yeah)

Stepfather's the only (what?) one I ever been beat by (ha)

Squeeze mics like Burmese pythons (yeah), here's for each time (what?)

You sleep on the flow (what?), ho, you hear these strings climb (yeah)

You reap what you sow (so what?), so first I must weave rhymes (yeah)

So seamlessly, then I'ma leave eyes

In a state of disbelief, my

Genius is a trait, so the gap's in our genes, right? (Haha, the gap)

At least that's what it seems like

And I'm Lucifer and Dre's the producer for the antichrist