[Verse 1: Page Kennedy]
They shoot me, should be my theme song
The beam long, the team strong, your dreams gone
But that's what you get wastin' em
Hop in your nightmares with the mask on and Jason 'em
Machete time, I won't shoot you
Take the mask off, played to death: I am Future
But don't pass your presence
Unless you past the presence of pastors blessings
I send you back to Jamaica
Fuck that, I send you back to yo' maker
Fuck that bitch, and smear blood all over the wall
And I ain't talkin' about a map maker
She'll look like the Joker after I poke her
She'll look like Heath Ledger after I bed her
I turn that bitch to a sewer rat
April O'Neill will be a shell of herself after I shred her! (Turtles!)
I'm a street fighter
Tell your boyfriend "come and get on my level", I'll be right up
Twitter fingers and gangsta writers
Not a biter, you fly on the web and I'm a spider
Yeah, and you already know how this story ends
This story ends will tell you how the story ends
You fuckin' with the king of the punchline
I'm fuckin' with your food in a lunchline
I jizz all over your sandwich, and whiz all over the cameras
So you can see how I come pissed off
I ain't know a hard nigga could be this soft
I ain't known gettin' shot was a badge of honor
Thought the point was to make other rappers goners
Listen, y'all got it twisted, dreadheads
Spittin' hot shit out your mouth like redheads
While y'all talkin' to goons, poppin' all that tough shit to come get you
A different story when them hollow points hit you
Soon as you said it, you regret it
I keep my chest like gas stations unleaded, fuck you
Shit's Breaking Bad in the hood, man
It's all good man, just call Saul Goodman
For your knees, and shit like toiletries
Lawyer fees, be bigger than sequoia trees, hah
And you don't wanna be a jailbird
Especially when you a pussy like The L Word, word
You wasn't comin' out the house yet
You don't even know the plug from the outlet
A real nigga but he still got popped though
Cause he a snitch like everyy nigga in a cop show
This the I test, I guess, I am Proof
I wish a nigga would man, I am Groot
I'm on the right page because I laid the book
I know about the streets because I played the crook
And you ain't been the same since I slayed you, shook
They shootin', sike, I made you look
They shoot me, should be my theme song
The beam long, the team strong, your dreams gone
But that's what you get wastin' em
Hop in your nightmares with the mask on and Jason 'em
Machete time, I won't shoot you
Take the mask off, played to death: I am Future
But don't pass your presence
Unless you past the presence of pastors blessings
I send you back to Jamaica
Fuck that, I send you back to yo' maker
Fuck that bitch, and smear blood all over the wall
And I ain't talkin' about a map maker
She'll look like the Joker after I poke her
She'll look like Heath Ledger after I bed her
I turn that bitch to a sewer rat
April O'Neill will be a shell of herself after I shred her! (Turtles!)
I'm a street fighter
Tell your boyfriend "come and get on my level", I'll be right up
Twitter fingers and gangsta writers
Not a biter, you fly on the web and I'm a spider
Yeah, and you already know how this story ends
This story ends will tell you how the story ends
You fuckin' with the king of the punchline
I'm fuckin' with your food in a lunchline
I jizz all over your sandwich, and whiz all over the cameras
So you can see how I come pissed off
I ain't know a hard nigga could be this soft
I ain't known gettin' shot was a badge of honor
Thought the point was to make other rappers goners
Listen, y'all got it twisted, dreadheads
Spittin' hot shit out your mouth like redheads
While y'all talkin' to goons, poppin' all that tough shit to come get you
A different story when them hollow points hit you
Soon as you said it, you regret it
I keep my chest like gas stations unleaded, fuck you
Shit's Breaking Bad in the hood, man
It's all good man, just call Saul Goodman
For your knees, and shit like toiletries
Lawyer fees, be bigger than sequoia trees, hah
And you don't wanna be a jailbird
Especially when you a pussy like The L Word, word
You wasn't comin' out the house yet
You don't even know the plug from the outlet
A real nigga but he still got popped though
Cause he a snitch like everyy nigga in a cop show
This the I test, I guess, I am Proof
I wish a nigga would man, I am Groot
I'm on the right page because I laid the book
I know about the streets because I played the crook
And you ain't been the same since I slayed you, shook
They shootin', sike, I made you look
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