( We gotta put the tag in here though. Check these beats you know it's Famine)
Ayy, ayy, that's a rap now
Yeah
Ayy, ayy
Yo I think it's about time for the showdown
Twistin' up a dutchie, pop a bottle, pass it around, back in it now
Now I'm ready for that quickdraw
I'm pissed off till these bitches get picked off
You ain't sick boss, less you wanna talk about your symptoms
Cause you afflicted with the sickness of a victim
Verbal assault straight hits you like a shitstorm
Liquor is malt, down a 40 with my fist balled
So when I'm finished I can check you off my list dog
Clean uppercut, make you Jump like Kriss-Kross
Say goodbye to your jaw like a missed call
And that's a rap
Ayy, that's a rap now
Ayy, ayy, that's a rap now Ayy, ayy, that's a rap now
What you know about these motherf*ckin' raps
Famine got me raucous, bars spillin' out my pockets
Got this bitch's knees down, I ain't talkin Andy Milonakis
Hands up like I'm boxin',
Leave that ass slumped like I'm pushin' Oxycontin
Y'all be talkin' nonsense, I hit you with that raw shit, not ready for the coffin, I gotta stay cautious
Ayy, SEBA$ is seasick, these flows make me nauseous
But I'm a monster, stayin' unfazed till I'm unconscious so put me on the roster, the fact that I'm not's a problem
I'm in it till the cars and the women are both topless
Sippin' vodka till I'm wasted and obnoxious I hear a beat and then I'm spittin' crazy off the noggin
I'm like a big block Chevy to a Tonka
It's like comparin' sticks and stones to a shotgun
I pack a verse with so much tact, you might have to double back
And that's a rap
Ayy, that's a rap now
Ayy, ayy, that's a rap now