Wuz Relly Gud
[Verse]
And you can't raise the bar if I just chucked it, I took the game and fucked it
Came cigar puffin', flew past all you lame fuckwits
Are you gonna buck, kid? Or am I getting my nuts licked?
You are just a punk bitch so I drop my pants for the butt kiss
Suck this, I run shit, this kid's luck is something
In it to win it and rippin' the critics, took your ego and put my dick in it
Bitch, I'm the sickest, so lick Spizzy's inches
You say you got that number, but you missing six digits
Limitless I spit, if it's a beat I'ma kill it
I start my own trends but then I laugh when you with it
I been in here for too long, you a miniature crouton
I make the real bread but first, I hit two bongs
Success, it sucks best, so, stuck? No, suck? Yes
Sucker to suck-less, fuck fest where we puff sess
You'll never see an empty bowl, we plentiful and every roll is huge
I ain't the Duke but I'm married to the Dutchess
Make the girlies undress, sharpie "Spizz" on one breast
"DAPL" on the other, I get 'em by the hundreds
Got these little cuties shakin booties to my tunes, see?
Ayo Tunechi, been counting the moons, B
When it comes to paper I be stacking the looseleaf
Rubber band not tape, don't you know what you're doing?
Got the dough to buy all the dro' that'll leave you glistening and stoned worse
Got more presidents in my book than your history homework
Even before the Spizz thing or any of the fucking inkings
I ripped things with a six string, no blinking at the big things
This fucking shindig has got my fucking dick big
And I'm stinking, hinting I'ma win big
Business is made up of crooks and cops
You gotta have more heart than a butcher shop
Or get stuck choosing between books and socks
Biter meet failure, get hooked and drop (Flip it)
Queens is only filled with crooked cops
Posted up hiding at the butcher shop
You could get shook, get booked in socks
Evidence room got cloudy after they took his pot
It's a long fall from the top
So do the speed limit with no extra stops
Haters gonna hate and we let 'em hate a lot
But when they start doin the Spizzy, I know I been jocked
It's like a whole buncha' little mini-mes got started
They're pissing me off, it's awful, they're retarded
Jockin' my style, it's fraudulent and garbage
You moldy-cock goldilocks should've poisoned the porridge
Fuck the chorus, I spit longer than you could ever have written for you
I could make a frog fuck a dog and have kittens for you
You sitting, listening nervously, could my next line be rippin' on you?
Set you on fire, drink gas and shit and piss on you
Beef gets me off so I might just jizz on you
Weed gets me gone so I might need a list or two
Ghostwriter nigga, call you Mark Twain, am I sinking too
Deep with these claws? Bitch, you didn't want me pissed at you
Someone hold me back, doctor put me in an institute
Your life fades to black, this attack ain't so simple, dude
Make your shoulders clack when your chest goes in like a dimple, ooh
Running out of patience, please crash like a cymbal soon
My music is the future, feeling like a crystal Zune
Fuck this rooster, I only spit to make more Guinness room
You're just a tragedy, gladly born with a silver spoon
Blow out your fucking teeth, leave you with more sippin' room
What's really good?