The Message 1 and 2

[Verse 1 - The Message 1] Glamorous Polyamorous Multiple digits Nigga’s be, taught up slow so I gave you the definition 12 lokos there’s 3 of them White hoes tell me pee on them Black girls say he’s getting money, now I’m never leaving him Might pull out my Fila's 2Pac had on in Above the Rim Shots of gold tequila then we scuffle with some Mexicans Let us in, lettuce and tomatoes, melted pepper jack on top of Salsaito turkey, mayo, mustard, fuck with that Suffering Suckertash, ass shots, I bust that ass Literally I bust her ass (Ooooh) Pussy’s my dope, hung by my own rope, that’s how I cope, I done outgrown hope I’m a diamond in the rough, down and out and back, domino effect, Dali Llama sacks Daumier luggage now I travel Weird science I'm like Alex in A Clockwork Orange when he came home falling out the window These niggas must not know who I am I put bread on yo head like Powdered Toast Man Big ass guns you gotta bust with both hands Corduroy pants, Taka Hayashi vans You the type of nigga, that I can't stand You the type of nigga probably like to hold hands You the type that can't understand what I'm saying, spied on by the government Obama anti- Aggin Laer The media trying to suppress my message [Verse 2 - The Message 2] Fuck niggas Fuck niggas Fuck niggas Cause they fuck niggas Fuck niggas Fuck niggas Fuck niggas Cause they fuck Shout my nigga God, he a real ass nigga Shout my nigga Notch, gave a deal to a nigga Killer Mike villian, Killer up in the swisher I'm drunk and I'm high, I might kill me a nigga Big banana clips, I'mma peel me a nigga I make a billion dollars, I'mma still be a nigga Need a bad bitch to come and feel with a nigga Suck a nigga dick, keep it real with a nigga Nigga, chill, chill nigga Yeah we both rap but I don't feel you nigga Nigga I'm a God you should kneel to a nigga Bow the fuck down, kiss my Louboutin slippers Strippers, on my zipper We fucked before we got here, I ain't even have to tip her Was here before I got here, I was meant to be this nigga This the only line that the radio won't censor Eenie meenie minie moe, catch a rabbit by the toe If he holler I'mma turn his ass into a fucking coat Respect my fucking texture, Aggin Laer lecture Used to rhyme when shit got hectic, now this shit is my profession Can't be scared to fail in pursuit of perfection Give these niggas hell cause I'm young black and reckless Sorry Mr. President, I'm living with a death wish All these cracker ass bloggers try to downplay my intelligence Fuck 'em