New Orleans Magic

This is the archetypal rock sound
Okay this really ain't no rock shit but um
Hmh ahh let go
Hollygrove monsta, New Orleans maniac
Shoot a nigga up until his
Whole body ain't attached
Hi, my name is best rapper alive
And your mouth is the best crapper alive
Cause you talk shit I get hit and
Walk it off like fck dat
Then I just spit like barkin'
Dogs call it buzz back
Attitude like fck 'em all
And I'm greasy and your
Boyfriend is a butterball was geezy
I mean what's good bitch is you blind
Check my watch bet it be money all the time
Sunny on the side where I stay at
Where MIA at, I get pussy everytime I say dat
In the game room I don't play dat
Bitch nigga get laid down where he lay at
AK at ya front door, Young Zoe
You can ask Brisco shoot 'til my wrist sore
Coupe with a bitch low who but you slick po'
I'm tired of the south so ya
Mouth where the dick go
Ok, they like when I say dat huh?
And your boyfriend's a tampon
And I don't own land baby I own a land mine
So step on my land and catch
A bomb like Anne Klein
Weezy F ans the F is for franchise
You lookin' at me is like
You lookin' through ant eyes
Young money can't die, bitch we like Hancock
Yeah I'm a martian what you sayin' Spock?
I turn yo beef into a hamhock
Then I put it in a pan pie
Shoot 'til my hand hot
I can't hear you sayin stop
I hear Nina sayin' pop
I hear Choppa' sayin' chop
I hear niggas screamin' and shit like I
Say holla at ya boy bitch
But holla at ya boy bitch i'm the boy bitch
Not ya boy bitch cause ya boy a bitch
Yeah young Moolah crazy!