CHICK

Why you look like that? (He looks crazy as fuck)

He look crazy as hell

But he dress well (oh my god)

Why his face look puff?

Why he look like that? (You look like a)

Why your hair like that? (Like a chipmunk or something)

Why your teeth like that? (Or like a prairie dog)

Why your cheeks like that?

I got this shitty moustache, and a new haircut

Short but tall enough to ride every ride so it's fair enough

Teeth crooked but my breath fresh just like the evergreens

My attitude is bit like, a psys- fuck

He means psychopath

I bet the marble feel good on your bare foot

I'm in the backyard hidin' out like I'm bigfoot

And I won't cater to you

Yeah I am not Carrabba's, and I ain't taking orders

Here for the loot, and to inspire some of you

To do what you do despite all the "Fuck you's"

'Cause they shit on your shit, stab you right in the back

'Til you're shittin' on the toilet with Grammys in your lap

Niggas talk a lot of shit in a safe place

Aiming with they keyboard, they shootin' uppercase

I'm bookin' tour dates, money in the suitcase

Commander and the chief like, Barack Hussein

Same nigga, two names, I am onto new things

Flyin' out of Houston, lemme say a few things

I don't give a fuck about you or your screen name

I'ma be a star even if I say the same things

'Cause them same things keep me on the wavelengths

I drop another verse and you gon' have to pay me

Glock with no safety, seen niggas on the pavement

Over gang affiliations, guns with extensions

Seen niggas get anxious, all these internet gangstas

I'm runnin' outta patience, nigga, stick to your day shift

And watch what you're sayin', and please keep prayin'

'Cause niggas talk big 'til that price on their head

I feel the voices always drown out all the noise in the room

They don't employ you for your purpose, they just need a platoon

Another number in a line ready to march in the tombs