GIBBS Freddie Gibbs

[Intro: Freddie Gibbs]
DJ turn me up in the headphones a little bit
Aight, lettin' niggas know who it is, nigga
No Tamin' run it to 'em
This how we do it

[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
I'm gettin' tired of these naysayers, playa haters, and imitators
I'm blessed by the creator, I'm a fucking innovator
Niggas wanna see me heated, they nothin' but instigators
I just keep my temper down, as cool as refridgerators
Hear me know or hear me later
But sooner or later
You gon' have to deal wit' me
Homie keep it real wit' me
Do you want to battle rap?
Or do you want me to clap you?
With the bullets or the lyrics, I can handicap you
Leave you permanently leanin' like the tower of Pisa
You a cookie, your heart sweeter than Mother Theresa
You should get down on yo' knees and have a talk wit' Jesus
And pray to God you don't bump heads wit' Caesar
The black one, ready for action
Don't get me confused with other rappers, I am not the wack one
I don't rap for the platinum
I'm just tryna get my family outta the hood like Joseph Jackson
Now I got a little fame, it's hard to shake dames
I fuck these bitches and never remember their name
I'm the incredible, heterosexual, lyric professional
I flow perpetual, turnin' these rappers into vegetables