[Intro: Nickelus F]
Nah nah, it ain't no chill. Fuck that I'mma say that shit. Yo I swear before God yo, these bitch ass niggas out here talking all that "I'm nice" shit, talking that "old nigga" shit, talking about that we got next... nah fuck that, bitch. You ain't got shit, nigga. I'm tired of these non-rapping ass niggas wanna be down ass motherfuckers, all these "oh oh, oh you my nigga till I decide you ain't getting on your mixtape" head ass niggas. But real recognize real, nigga, rap ain't for you bitch, go get a job. Use your degree. You are not a rapper, motherfucker. You are not nice. Your ass ain't impressing nobody, nigga. Ain't nobody listening to that shit that you're dropping. Motherfuckers hate to ride in the car with your bum ass. You sitting there playing that shit, bobbing your head all crazy like it's some ill shit. Your nigga looking at you like "nigga you gon this wack shit off." Nigga, that's you. Meanwhile your girl riding with you texting me talking about "wish this nigga would cut this shit off." That motherfucker is delusional, straight up
[Hook: Lil Ugly Mane]
I got Bathory motives
I bathe in rappers hemoglobins (and that's how it is)
I'm sneaking in the back before they notice
With this fucking gat that's loaded (And that's how it is)
I roll up on my foe and grab my quota
Then dispose of my opponent (And that's how it is)
Then I'm smoking on the doja like a soldier
Till my brain the size of protozoa (And that's how it is)
[Verse 1: Nickelus F]
I be the P-E-crucifix-E-Y, you see I
Leave my prints like bare feet walking seaside
Everybody waiting for D-day
But decline, but we die, but rewind me in the meantime
Out to get my piece of the pie, yeah the key lime
We ten deep in 10Deep, I done some ki line
We barely keeping gas in that neon
I'm noble like a gas, neon
[Bridge: Lil Ugly Mane]
I might get blood up on my sneakers if my peoples in trouble
Two snakes rap around a steeple eating each other
Why we use the cheddar as a measure of our opulence?
More like gots my reputation scribbled on deposit slips
(And that's how it is)
[Verse 2: Nickelus F]
I put my nuts on the street
Yo fuck the world, I hope it cum and it and queef
Uh-huh, it's Petey Petey back up in this motherfucker once again
With a pocket full of hydrocodones, you want one they go for 10
Who knows, you might get three for 25
It’s all depending if the Frigidaire got food up in it
For all my children
As long everybody's eating nobody gets hurt
I smoke a blunt before and after church
Look how we took control
I told y'all niggas we had next, now I'm at your throat
I got pills up to the trachea
My life is way crazier than a Hangover movie
I wish I could say I made it up
Homies committing suicide, getting murdered or locked up
Even a baby mama got a side bitch got knocked up
Bodies outlined right where the hopscotch got chalked up
Angry mail man with them bitches, beat the box up
When I was having dinner I scribbled on the napkin
Then took it to the booth and recorded an instant classic
[?] so I'm trying to do some good to balance out the bad karma
How you gon be religious and superstitious?
They'll be trying to piece you together with super stitches
You too pretentious, I'm out for uber riches
I'll shoot a clip in your brain then get blue like computer glitches
[Hook: Lil Ugly Mane]
I got Bathory motives
I bathe in rappers hemoglobins (and that's how it is)
I'm sneaking in the back before they notice
With this fucking gat that's loaded (And that's how it is)
I roll up on my foe and grab my quota
Then dispose of my opponents (And that's how it is)
Then I'm smoking on the doja like a soldier
Till my brain the size of protozoa (And that's how it is)
[Verse 3: Lil Ugly Mane]
Bitch I got Bathory motives, I bathe in rappers hemoglobins
Blow my nose in your rhyme book and still have doper approaches
I'm flashing bitches the Cobra, you flashing lights on the modem
Sip Jack and soda with Oprah and laugh at you decomposing
Smoke half of the OZ and pass out later on codeine
I body more rappers in raps, I'm killing the wack shows you promoting
I'm zoning, not overdosing
I told you I'm morose with these flows that I'm composing
Some links I'm talking Cuban I don't bother with blue checks
The who's-who abused the who's next, the who's crews moves next
My team stack cheese, we touched more keys than Brubeck
Proof is in the pudding, turned stone killers to oobleck
Rhymes stanky like boot sweat, Ugly Mane and Nick F
Two pistols and two TECs
Left your whole stoop wet then finished it with a suplex
Told him he should walk it off, you know that Richmond be the city that we mob!
[Verse 4: Nickelus F]
First Tity Boi went to 2 Chainz, Malice went to No Malice
Then Nickel F went to Petey
I'm sitting sweet with 3 grams in a Dutch until I'm staggering drunk
And hang loose like a fucking dashiki
I saved for two months to try and get a pair of Yeezys
At the same time my auntie lost her foot to diabetes
I grew a beard like a yak, it's hella peasy
Get everything I want without a genie believe me, nigga
A hornet flew into my mouth while I was singing out
I just bit the head off *ptew* spit the stinger out
It flew across the room and hit the wall like a dart
Bulls eye, when I pull mine I always hit the mark
You know I'm here to ball, showed up to the mall
With a fucking shopping cart, like nigga knock it off
But I'm like fuck you, you don't know how hungry I was
Bitches wouldn't fuck, you don't know how horny I was
Just a young nigga, trying to make a name out this bitch
But niggas acting like they don't hear what I'm saying out this bitch
They steady trying to trap me in a lane out this bitch
But this is god body rap, I made my claim out this bitch
It's like I walked out of a tomb after three days out this bitch
Smoking on something that's smelling like a grave out this bitch
I'm out for steak and mashed potatoes with the gravy out this bitch
All I'm tryna hear is yes, ain't no maybes out this bitch
Niggas steady asking what happened with Drake up out this bitch
But I'm like fuck that shit I got four babies out this bitch
I've been busting my ass, y'all been lazy out this bitch
First pitch of the inning but I'm going crazy out this bitch
I done took it to the max, B and I'm wavy out this bitch
And I pray that nigga get free and we can get wavy out this bitch
Man you know my shit is crack, I'm from the 80s out this bitch
So ain't no more free music, y'all gon' pay me out this bitch
