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I just jump in now, go
Yeah, everybody want to be the next rap superstar
It's Marshall Mathers on acoustic guitar or Slim Pickens (uh)
I told them I was so, so deaf, they didn't listen (ah-ah)
I've been getting bottle service since I was a brat in my mama's kitchen (brat)
A pot to piss in, I ain't have a dish to take a shit in (no)
Dunking on these kids since my christening
Sean Kemp, sonic boom like I'm God (sonic boom)
Catch a front flip, kick in the boot like the crawfish in bourbon style shrimp
My soul ain't for sale like y'all's debt left spent
And that's his teammate, debt left shrimp (yeah)
We're fucking NBA jamming on them (the E's on fire)
That old man getting motion, they like (the E's retired)
'Cause I'm pointing out their shortcomings (yeah)
These dorks drumming up some hate
To try to help their case like they got court coming
But if the glove don't fit, then get Perry Mason court bars
Now, these still court stars, Gary Payton
Your favorite rapper, too busy shoving them perks in
It won't work out if you don't put that work in
'Cause then
You're just too damn good, dog, everything you drop
Every single time is so clean, it's so hot
Look at you gold, boy, look at you gold
Everything you touch, everything you -
Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Everything you do is gold
Oh shit, is this Joe? We're laughing at you, we're just glad that you cope
You're hanging on my every word while I'm holding the rope
How do you get brighter when every bar gets stuck in your spokes?
Remove that eggplant emoji that is stuck in your throat
I'm a gargoyle cracking your egg, my shit is hard-boiled
You will flash in the pan, I get them charbroiled
Man, turn the heat up, you soft-smoking suspect
Wrong rhyme, get your beat up, drop the addy, we can meet up
And I ain't talking about the things that whatchamacallit eats up
Touch around to the head like we played a game of football
You ain't been buzzing since Boss James, Pally, Pally, and V-Buzz
I don't even need a reason, I've been looking to use this
Let's play a little game called, "Who's bitch"
I crack them into sticks, got hard with two picks
They all want to smoke 'til they see that it's too thick
The landlord coming, so move, bitch, I'm too slick
Boy, you just too damn good, dog, everything you drop
Every single time is so clean, it's so hot
Look at you gold, boy, look at you gold
Everything you touch, everything you -
Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Everything you do is gold
I said, boy, watch your mouth
You're a bad motherfucker, dude, yeah, yeah
You better hope my mama grab my ass
'Cause you don't want me out to play (oh, boy, shut your mouth)
This right here is a 45, and the holes that it make
It gets all the way (oh, baby, calm down?)
I think that it's safe to say
"Don't fuck with them boys from Trailer May"
Boy, you just too damn good, dog, everything you drop
Every single time is so clean, it's so hot
Look at you gold, boy, look at you gold
Everything you touch, everything you -
Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Everything you do is gold