Mask Off Rmx K.A.A.N.

[Intro]
Yeah
Knowledge, nigga, yeah
I ain't do that Panda shit
I'm gonna do this, hahaha, let's do it
Lawd

[Verse 1]
Aye look, I start this shit the same way I end it
You confused if you think I'm finished
Take a noose and lynch all these rappers
You and I, no we are not alike
See, you the type to do this shit for fame
And me, well I'm insane, I could've never changed
I swear that all these pussy rappers, they're the same
They keep the shitty message with a phony smile
They got their diamonds out, that's for the photo-op
Them niggas dry snitchin like they Robo-Cop
But they should be ashamed the way they lie to y'all, all Al Dente
Been done
I'm more Al Bundy, that's apathetic
With Ted Bundy, kill everything
I'm like Papa John's and no syndicate
Oh, you dope as fuck? Well that's interesting
Well I'll be your judge and Auf Wiedersehen
And I'll be the same when I'm seeing that gain
And nigga fuck that shit, I need a monument
A middle finger to a back-handed compliment
I took it up a couple levels with the consciousness
Stupid motherfuckers thinkin' they can conjure this
Genocide like the Hotel Rwanda shit
I feel at home like I'm livin in Uganda bitch
That's the motherland, most of these rappers the Dirty man
Mumblin', stumblin', stutterin'
I ain't hear what you said, can you come again?
Oh, a line about women you cumming in
Got a line of them hoes and they comin' in?
Got a lot of them bitches, just bring em in
Take a pint and mix it with the lemon-lime
Sip it 'til you're comatose and feelin' fine
Your favorite rapper does it for the inspiration
Oh, he does it for the inspiration?
I don't know about anybody that's been poppin' Percocets because they listen to Future
I just know a couple people that grew up as scholars and turned into losers
Steal from their mothers and brothers
The almighty dollar, their addiction, what they covet
Run in your house before you knew whodunit
Take the food out your mouth and the kitchen cupboard
With the topics that you're covering in your lyrics
Like the end is here I know you niggas fear it
When the rapture come it sound like Teen Spirit
I hear Gabriel playin' his horn now
Check this shit here, it's a war now
We got that shit anymore huh
Me, myself, and I, of course bruh
I treat this shit like a sport, I
Would play your songs but that's torture
I relieve the stress with a tour jet
You've never jumped off the porch black
Nah, nah, nah
See, me? I was never lackin'
With the flows a-packin'
Let the Hateful Eight and Minnie’s Haberdashery
Been inside the room, that's where my habitat is
Because I avoid it all like Trump with the taxes
Couldn't go to college
I ain't get my master's
Still the bastard I knew I was
I dropped out and got right to it
Heard actions speak
And I'm quite fluent
Shit stupid is as stupid does
But that stuff y'all love is remedial, lawd