Do You Owe Me My Props

I’m smashing faces When I make you catch a hot one And in never catching cases I’ll probably say I don’t got one I got guns But only one that I like to use A 19 metal boast That bitch ass like wife abuse I don’t like to lose I never bought into the propaganda of Nike Shoes I got enough power I could even get Christ to move And then proceed to start a fight with you Control the mind of God I find it odd that I don’t find it odd that bitches find me odd If you try to rap but you can’t you better find a job Shit I’m on mine And been on it a long time Rappers say they put themselves on but it’s only online And most can’t even rhyme on time I’m strictly vegan but I would rather have beef than dine on swine So I’m just making up for lost time The only reason I can kick one for your mine is cause I lost mine [Hook] Do You Owe Me My Props Course you do, Course you do Do You Owe Me My Props Ofcourse you do, Ofcourse you do Do You Owe Me My Props Ofcourse you fucking do [x2] No hands like Kane And I still got it I got Lorana Bobbit on coke I cut it up and toss it With a gun on the dash Gun and a mask With rappers in itchy to kill her I always got one on my back I have come to attack Any motherfucker from the front to the back Who thinks he’s nice Will get fucked in the ass With a [?] dumped off in the trash You wanna go toe to toe Let’s see how long you motherfuckers u’ll last Handzum boys what in destined to rep I’m down to crucify any rapper that walks with a feminine step Showing up to shows in a bitchy mood Tripping on sets But when it’s your time to rhyme you wind up tripping instead I can’t be the one to fill em with lead And spill enough blood Out to fill a river bed Il let the crown kill him instead Your 87’ and you don’t know Alf Fuck Oprah the only stepping that I’ve ever been down with is Ralph [Hook]