Drop

[Verse 1] Take a back seat When I rap cause I got mad heat Slow down, no I can't be I'm actually past the people acting evil I've been this dope plus I'm mad deep Fucking whole package, massive Better then average Gonna wanna put him in the bracket When I'm gone statue That means that when I'm dead you can come visit me in Athens No Mazerazzi, Bugatti I'm calling shotty In any car thats an option If it can keep me from jogging Or walking to where I'm going Just stop it man, stop it just stop talking That shit isn't marketable That talk is just not popping But I be sick with the hype shit You all are missing the niceness And if your flossing so much then like why you got gingivitis? My shit is what you want But your teeth are to chipped to bite it I stay humble this shit goes to your head like a hit of nitrus Lightning, I'm sick of striking Igniting the shit for lighting Thought I died but I come back To the fight like a certain viking Psychic I'm hearing voices I like it I feel my choice I will love you if your tiny or your 5'9 like royce is Boy spits, nicer then anyone, Its pointless, battle man I'm out cold drop like avalanche [Verse 2] Sorry to my associates, most of my shit's inappropriate T-Pain can blame the alcohol bitch I blame it on opiates Blame acid and how its mad at provoking shitt And Blame it on the mushrooms them caps are always the grossest shit Tell you from experience just eat it with peanut butter And if with a turkey sub then make sure that you never toast that shit The problem is is they want me to be this poster kid But every poster that I have owned is all fill with dope and shit Lots of kush, have to blaze it I call it my rapper patience I got more to say but just wait this scratch will agitate it So captivating the police had to keep a captive waiting High school got arrested they made me late to my graduation Since that day had mad probation All my family aggravated Why you getting fined? I don't know ma these cops some faggot haters Fuck your job and your math equation Only thing I'm good at is rap and blazing I have to make it [Verse 3] I could suck like all the rest but I murder it out of courtesy I straight Cobain the beat then I hang it up just for Kurt to See Extacy with 50 its like I be on that Curtis E Word play murdering, Herbs stays burning see I Got a bar to to spare so i'll shout out some girls in Germany This shit drops like an anchor man, guess that I be Ron Burgandy Get its like an anchor dropping vertically But If you didn't get that shit at first that some shit you didn't deserve to see I tell my muslim chick to always keep my turban clean Better yet worship me, Better yet slurpee me And then I tell a priest that he's better to bust his sermon Before he busts out the semen then speaks about Jesus perfectly I'm just joking don't shoot the fucking comedian Go shoot the messenger who be feeding him to the media You all crack me up like wow Tracy something crazy It's fucking Tracy Morgan and he's crazy that's why you fuckin' paid him I don't buy stereotypes because those are phony I like stereo types like Bose and Sony, Holy moly I'm so devoted to owning That nobody know me potency I always smoke the beat, so just drop bitch, its over with