Last Laugh

[Verse One]: I took a plier two my ego Couldn’t budge it Do-I-N what I D-O Rick Ross, No denyin’ I’M the C.O Your lyin' to the people Got you still spyin' in my peek hole Tryin’ to pry in, grabbed an iron, die, I’m into evil I don’t fuck with chicks who have Twitter accounts Cause I like to talk shit while I sit in their house Said I’ll be back, bitch I’m the future & the present like a re-wrapped gift Want me to leave? That’s rich When I do, I’ll leave your weed bag pinched You had a feeling it was me, when I sold you it didn’t seem that thin Got a V-8 engine? Hand me that then Hop your ass out the whip & toss the keys back in Hit a rapper in the slow lane with cars Left hands on the Fender like Jimmi & Cobain’s guitars Doin' cocaine with stars of porn She gets me hard, its on And 9 months later a star is born Puttin' me on the remix is fatal, I’ll slay you Your chick does coke, I’ll be in her naval Flip her & slip the penis in anal Put a Lil' White on the CD like Three 6's label She pleads when I’m ready to cum, like “Please give the facial” I pee then I’m ready to run, like “Peace bitch I’ll page you” She doesn’t even own a pager I still cut every chick I know like my phones a razor Click-dial tone to strangers [Chorus]: Ha ha ha ha ha As we proceed He who last laughs laughs the best Ha ha ha ha ha As we proceed [Verse Two]: I’ll take your favorite rapper with a pulse & make him shake into convulsions One year, he’s eatin good, the next he’s achin' with the Olsens You're waitin' for the molten lava Sold Obama that same potent ganja Sold to Bush, he sold Osama, no shit bomba I’m goin in the booth, motherfucker here hold my armor (here) Told your father to watch your sister while I boned your momma Then told your momma to roll the condom while I boned her daughter Get fronted till the next day & smoke like there’s no tomorrow Let’s just face it, bitch I’m just abrasive My new name’s “Budweiser” I’ve got more open domestic cases That’s my pick up line, if that don’t work then its “let’s get naked” That doesn’t work? Its “let’s get wasted Bring the X, you're payin." Left their faces like Fred Krueger’s The lead from the Rueger spread to ya Fuck it, blame the red on a head tumor You know a tattle tale who snitches when he’s dead, do ya? The two of ya can spread rumors to yourselves (boo-ya) Who ya? Who shot ya? You don’t have a clue And you don’t have a (edit), here stupid, have a brew And you don’t have a brew, do ya? Offer you a smack Gosh it hurts, face like a Gothic smurf-blue & black You know to move it back 10 paces When I’m in the studio, layin' more trains over tracks than Penn Station Got your ten waitin', penetratin' Pussy bleedin like she’s menstruatin' Then we make her bend, achin’ What can I say? I’m one hell of a guy Seriously, to the point the devil’s jealous of I I would say the “Scarface” quote But I'd rather use the car chase quote From the barrel that shot off they nose It took every Marvel character to off Thanos Get a rope Hang yourself, you’ve got less characters than a Twitter post Is this a verse or a Comedy Central roast? It’s honestly meant for both Your mommy just sent for coke And I promise to lend her dough But I’m conning her into throat Once I nut, she hits the road like a comet just hit the globe Your vomitin’ shit I sold Hurts to be you I’m old testament words to the new Every verse is the truth [Chorus]: Ha ha ha ha ha As we proceed He who last laughs laughs the best Ha ha ha ha ha As we proceed [Verse Three]: What more can I say? You want a 4th verse, huh? A fifth? A sixth? How many more verses? The 16 bar star with mixed green jars Shot the M-16 hard at Christine car Your piff’s 3 stars My shits 5 stars I spit 5 bars & kill you ‘fore your 6th line starts Chewin' Oxy 80’s up, all type of crazy drugs And lie to the public about sobriety like Shady does Willin' to spend 80 bucks on an 8th of bud Smokin, lettin' roaches live but smashin’ lady bugs You got your girl’s toes painted I made her toes CURL, hate us Walk the Earth with a drink like the whole world’s Vegas I got the go-go gadget arm that forms into Megatron So no don’t pass it, I’ll let this whole globe have it Fuck hot lines, I'm call waitin' Everyone of y’all hatin' will have hell to pay/toupee The bald Satan [Chorus]: Ha ha ha ha ha As we proceed He who last laughs laughs the best Ha ha ha ha ha As we proceed