Blade

Sweatshirt, Domo Genesis, throwin' chairs, killin' shit I'm half-privileged, think white and have nigger lips A tad different, mad smart, act ignorant Shit, I'll pass the class when my dad starts givin' shits But as long as our relationship is turdless I'ma keep burning rubber and fucking these beats with burnt dick Who that, oh, that new coon John Cusack A Mecca button-up, shoutin' bring Fubu back Hands full of coke, mouth full of crack mu-zack Odd Future on the doo-rag, guess who's back With no hint, we're egging with no tint Plus it's a shotgun under the seat where your ho sits, uh The Night Striker, I'm riding her, up-tying her It's nine Vicodins stuck inside of the windpipes of her A little bit of sherm sure provokes the fuckin' fight in her She started bitin' cause I'm givin' cock like it's advice to her Take that, I'm on top like wave caps This is grade-A rap, Domo bring that bass back, nigga