[Verse 1: JID]
Yeah-ah
Picture a nigga steppin' into the game that's already lit
Just add a little coal to flame it
Lame niggas, I gotta put it in layman's terms?
I'm finna murder you niggas, you better spread the word
I bled words 'til my head would hurt
The first to say, it hurts to say, I said it first
Live life like a baby that was dead at birth
But came alive and fucked the nurses
If you don't like it tell a nigga "jump" if you feelin' Kermit
If you sleepin' on me we can make it permanent
And leave 'em stinkin'
He a really permeate, he really reeking
J.I.D or call me Willie Beamen
But I'm 'bout the team, everybody eatin'
If it's down to me, I'ma do some shit niggas ain't never seen
Bitch, I dunk the three
Ashton Kutcher, who's punkin' me?
J.I.D the butcher, who want the beef?
Chop arm, leg, head, package meat
Sacrificial lamb, satisfactory
Smack him with the hand, don't talk back to me
I'ma be the man, I'ma kill a king
I done been a fan, now I need wings
I done see your hand, now I need a -ah
Fee-fi-fo-fum
Monster come, King Kong rumble
Young man, rumble in the jungle, trees tumble
Bees bumble, weed crumble, yeah
Sling slung, wood lumber in the hood
Sister, mother, freaky fucker
Kidney Puncher, Willy Wonka
Pussy purified, Lake Minnetonka, yeah
C'est la vie, J.I.D
Say I B-E-S-T with the R-A-Ps and R.I.P
Your rhymes sound O-L-D, I'm co-L-D
And I ain't drop no LP, I'm so OD
I know OGs, drop flows, they was so LD
I make a play, nigga, Odell B
Make a way, get his old LC
Until they sob, but let us pray and let us eat
Yeah-ah
Picture a nigga steppin' into the game that's already lit
Just add a little coal to flame it
Lame niggas, I gotta put it in layman's terms?
I'm finna murder you niggas, you better spread the word
I bled words 'til my head would hurt
The first to say, it hurts to say, I said it first
Live life like a baby that was dead at birth
But came alive and fucked the nurses
If you don't like it tell a nigga "jump" if you feelin' Kermit
If you sleepin' on me we can make it permanent
And leave 'em stinkin'
He a really permeate, he really reeking
J.I.D or call me Willie Beamen
But I'm 'bout the team, everybody eatin'
If it's down to me, I'ma do some shit niggas ain't never seen
Bitch, I dunk the three
Ashton Kutcher, who's punkin' me?
J.I.D the butcher, who want the beef?
Chop arm, leg, head, package meat
Sacrificial lamb, satisfactory
Smack him with the hand, don't talk back to me
I'ma be the man, I'ma kill a king
I done been a fan, now I need wings
I done see your hand, now I need a -ah
Fee-fi-fo-fum
Monster come, King Kong rumble
Young man, rumble in the jungle, trees tumble
Bees bumble, weed crumble, yeah
Sling slung, wood lumber in the hood
Sister, mother, freaky fucker
Kidney Puncher, Willy Wonka
Pussy purified, Lake Minnetonka, yeah
C'est la vie, J.I.D
Say I B-E-S-T with the R-A-Ps and R.I.P
Your rhymes sound O-L-D, I'm co-L-D
And I ain't drop no LP, I'm so OD
I know OGs, drop flows, they was so LD
I make a play, nigga, Odell B
Make a way, get his old LC
Until they sob, but let us pray and let us eat
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