[Verse 1]
I’m a state away from my family tree
Fuck Alex D
I’m gonna change my name to Randy V
Fuck having children
I’m gonna stick a baby inside of my abdominal cavity
There’s too many around, I gotta lay some out
Repeat V. Tech, so what ya gonna say now?
And then I just destroy all the companies that telecast this shit on TVs
They don’t want emcees to be broadcast
Broads cast looks and don’t do shit about getting hooked up
I must have a screw loose in my brain
But I don’t do shit to fix it in the game
There’s too many dudes that’s loose in the lips, saying whatever they want and maybe push me, refrain
You don’t want that to happen, the beef comes out
To put on your tablеs, just don’t eat it now
[Verse 2]
Yes, I’m glad I’m dark, it separatеs me from you
Turn the lights off, green turns to blue
And yellow turns to red
Kinda like your head when it’s cut
So what the fuck ya gonna have said?
Too many people grabbing up them damn pencils
When they’re not sharp enough to be splitting and denting in you
There must be an indent or two in your paragraph
‘cause I don’t see one, I see a pair of ass
Against me in this microphone battle
You couldn’t have a telecast if you telephoned your asshole
For a clip, to be saying shit at me
But I already won ten seconds before the rap started ya see
There was a lot of game
But I took all of it on my plate and ate
There must've been an eight, a figure on my dick and ya don’t know shit
So how ‘bout this?
I’m a state away from my family tree
Fuck Alex D
I’m gonna change my name to Randy V
Fuck having children
I’m gonna stick a baby inside of my abdominal cavity
There’s too many around, I gotta lay some out
Repeat V. Tech, so what ya gonna say now?
And then I just destroy all the companies that telecast this shit on TVs
They don’t want emcees to be broadcast
Broads cast looks and don’t do shit about getting hooked up
I must have a screw loose in my brain
But I don’t do shit to fix it in the game
There’s too many dudes that’s loose in the lips, saying whatever they want and maybe push me, refrain
You don’t want that to happen, the beef comes out
To put on your tablеs, just don’t eat it now
[Verse 2]
Yes, I’m glad I’m dark, it separatеs me from you
Turn the lights off, green turns to blue
And yellow turns to red
Kinda like your head when it’s cut
So what the fuck ya gonna have said?
Too many people grabbing up them damn pencils
When they’re not sharp enough to be splitting and denting in you
There must be an indent or two in your paragraph
‘cause I don’t see one, I see a pair of ass
Against me in this microphone battle
You couldn’t have a telecast if you telephoned your asshole
For a clip, to be saying shit at me
But I already won ten seconds before the rap started ya see
There was a lot of game
But I took all of it on my plate and ate
There must've been an eight, a figure on my dick and ya don’t know shit
So how ‘bout this?
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