Fat Stacks - I Hate White Rappers Lyrics

Fat Stacks
Crisp man, Crisp bitch, slick bitches, look sick in my slips
Ride the stick like witches
Act up and he get some switchings, snitches get stitches
(Look)
Good before the cape like Chris Hems
No I don't take I steal wins
Man's called Grinch I steal some 'rettes
Bitch what's your pitch, I pitch some fits
I will kill some kids and still get gifts on Christmas
Slathering on skin in the labyrinth
To busy sattin' on benches, now these bitches can't fathom it
I know you used to please us with that attitude, but now I'm not having it
And I'm more well known than Jesus when I go down to Nazareth
(Umm)
To be honest I don't think these bitches like me, but f*ck Trump boy I still dress in some Nike's
If they was really rappers, I wouldn't have to question why they might be
And if you was really talking shit, I would like for you to fight me
And I would like for you to recite me and my lyrics
Part of the church I'm a cleric (ooh) Imperial!
Bitches hang on when I'm handling the steering wheel
But when I'm handling a Glock
You bitches wanna talk about how I missed out on the stocks my friends bought
And my socks you bitches like to mock
Stop, Drop, Roll!
With the music like its hanging on a poll
So you hoes can still it so it can become stolen
Hanging off from the air, You bitches wanna know why I care
I swear, one day I'll have to run for mayor, but for now I'll have a lair
And you bitches wont get outta my hair with that bullshit that you got from your parents
If this rap shit don't work out, then I'll have to play snare
Yo Fat Stacks actually kinda my favorite rapper
Am I wrong for thinking that?
I don't think so- I f*cking love Fat Stacks he actually the best rapper ever
Right? Right? Right?
Mmm, Yeah, then it cuts. Yeah, shit fire. Wet!