John Lennon Drakeo the Ruler

[Intro]
Gene Simmons, John Lennon playin', I'm a rock star
XD-40, Springfield and it's compact
Two drums hangin' and these citch niggas pump fakin'
Jon Bon Jovi, Hulk Hogan, wrestle this chop (Smoov, what's good, baby?)

[Verse 1]
Whack an opp for one ninety nine, you get a discount
He mad at me 'cause the store ran out of all his lip gloss
Guns and roses, Codeine and pineapple soda
Who's that jumping out the Dawn? That's Mr. Mosely
Spent three years in jail, no cosign, no promotion
If I'm not the truth, then why Drake get on a song with me?
Cold devil talking heavy metal when I kiss clips
You want beef, but can you really go the distance?

[Verse 2]
In the ghetto, Elvis Presley wrotе a song 'bout it
But who these niggas in my comments? Thеy some nobodies
It doesn't even matter, I got Linkin Park ghostwriting
You get flipped like a Bic, bro, this your lighter?
Any nigga talkin' to the pigs, we gon' hogtie him
On Rodeo with a drum, ain't it a mall by him?
Thirty-four shots, TNT, bitch, I'm Charles Barkley
You don't know where your kids at, you should call out then