I walk up in the club like R.
I.P, 'cause I'm killing every nigga that my eyes can see
I'm fresher than the rest,
better than the best, I serve these rappers up like a certified chef
I'm ill with this shit in case you didn't know
'Cause I still got that pyroclastic, headbanging flow
Polish the pistols, prepare for battle, pass the pump
When I get to popping, niggas is dropping and they done
Bitch I'm talking crazy, psycho, schizophrenic
And I'm just warming up 'cause I know it's been a minute
I step up in the club like R.I.P, I'm a 3-1-3 nigga, yeah that's all I be
Blunt full of Purp, yeah, you know I stay high
Throwing money to the air like I'm trying to pay the sky
I'm a beast, I'm a ghoul, I'm a motherfucking scoundrel
I put your ass to sleep, fucking right I nightgown you
Fucking with me, yeah I'm on another level
Niggas live in glass houses yet they still throwing pebbles
No shirt, tattoos, and a couple war wounds
We can draw them guns out and I ain't talking cartoons
Let my dreads grow long like that girl named Rapunzel
You rap niggas lost the game, I call that a fumble
Tell ya girl a nigga trying to smash,
she can do the Jimmy Neutron and give me a brain blast
I'm hypnotized by her big round ass,
but I'ma try to do the right thing and pull out fast
Everywhere I go it's like R.
I.P, 'cause I'm killing competition, please pardon me
And my flow nasty like c-y-phyllis,
it's still open season, any track can get the business
Taking out rappers, exterminating
Riding through ya hood, what we call that, perpetrating
It's Jay F. Tae, I'm a beast, you a bitch
The same nigga that claim he real is the same nigga that's a snitch
Pull up on them hoes like R.I.P
Watch 'em hop up in my whip and suck my d-i-c
K, I am ill so don't play with me
I'm the best, I'm the shit, yeah, basically
I.P, 'cause I'm killing every nigga that my eyes can see
I'm fresher than the rest,
better than the best, I serve these rappers up like a certified chef
I'm ill with this shit in case you didn't know
'Cause I still got that pyroclastic, headbanging flow
Polish the pistols, prepare for battle, pass the pump
When I get to popping, niggas is dropping and they done
Bitch I'm talking crazy, psycho, schizophrenic
And I'm just warming up 'cause I know it's been a minute
I step up in the club like R.I.P, I'm a 3-1-3 nigga, yeah that's all I be
Blunt full of Purp, yeah, you know I stay high
Throwing money to the air like I'm trying to pay the sky
I'm a beast, I'm a ghoul, I'm a motherfucking scoundrel
I put your ass to sleep, fucking right I nightgown you
Fucking with me, yeah I'm on another level
Niggas live in glass houses yet they still throwing pebbles
No shirt, tattoos, and a couple war wounds
We can draw them guns out and I ain't talking cartoons
Let my dreads grow long like that girl named Rapunzel
You rap niggas lost the game, I call that a fumble
Tell ya girl a nigga trying to smash,
she can do the Jimmy Neutron and give me a brain blast
I'm hypnotized by her big round ass,
but I'ma try to do the right thing and pull out fast
Everywhere I go it's like R.
I.P, 'cause I'm killing competition, please pardon me
And my flow nasty like c-y-phyllis,
it's still open season, any track can get the business
Taking out rappers, exterminating
Riding through ya hood, what we call that, perpetrating
It's Jay F. Tae, I'm a beast, you a bitch
The same nigga that claim he real is the same nigga that's a snitch
Pull up on them hoes like R.I.P
Watch 'em hop up in my whip and suck my d-i-c
K, I am ill so don't play with me
I'm the best, I'm the shit, yeah, basically
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