Bathory Motives

[Intro: Nickelus F] Nah nah, it ain't no chill. Fuck that I'mma say that shit. Yo I swear before God yo, these bitch ass niggas out here talking all that "I'm nice" shit, talking that "old nigga" shit, talking about that we got next... nah fuck that, bitch. You ain't got shit, nigga. I'm tired of these non-rapping ass niggas wanna be down ass motherfuckers, all these "oh oh, oh you my nigga till I decide you ain't getting on your mixtape" head ass niggas. But real recognize real, nigga, rap ain't for you bitch, go get a job. Use your degree. You are not a rapper, motherfucker. You are not nice. Your ass ain't impressing nobody, nigga. Ain't nobody listening to that shit that you're dropping. Motherfuckers hate to ride in the car with your bum ass. You sitting there playing that shit, bobbing your head all crazy like it's some ill shit. Your nigga looking at you like "nigga you gon this wack shit off." Nigga, that's you. Meanwhile your girl riding with you texting me talking about "wish this nigga would cut this shit off." That motherfucker is delusional, straight up [Hook: Lil Ugly Mane] I got Bathory motives I bathe in rappers hemoglobins (and that's how it is) I'm sneaking in the back before they notice With this fucking gat that's loaded (And that's how it is) I roll up on my foe and grab my quota Then dispose of my opponent (And that's how it is) Then I'm smoking on the doja like a soldier Till my brain the size of protozoa (And that's how it is) [Verse 1: Nickelus F] I be the P-E-crucifix-E-Y, you see I Leave my prints like bare feet walking seaside Everybody waiting for D-day But decline, but we die, but rewind me in the meantime Out to get my piece of the pie, yeah the key lime We ten deep in 10Deep, I done some ki line We barely keeping gas in that neon I'm noble like a gas, neon [Bridge: Lil Ugly Mane] I might get blood up on my sneakers if my peoples in trouble Two snakes rap around a steeple eating each other Why we use the cheddar as a measure of our opulence? More like gots my reputation scribbled on deposit slips (And that's how it is) [Verse 2: Nickelus F] I put my nuts on the street Yo fuck the world, I hope it cum and it and queef Uh-huh, it's Petey Petey back up in this motherfucker once again With a pocket full of hydrocodones, you want one they go for 10 Who knows, you might get three for 25 It’s all depending if the Frigidaire got food up in it For all my children As long everybody's eating nobody gets hurt I smoke a blunt before and after church Look how we took control I told y'all niggas we had next, now I'm at your throat I got pills up to the trachea My life is way crazier than a Hangover movie I wish I could say I made it up Homies committing suicide, getting murdered or locked up Even a baby mama got a side bitch got knocked up Bodies outlined right where the hopscotch got chalked up Angry mail man with them bitches, beat the box up When I was having dinner I scribbled on the napkin Then took it to the booth and recorded an instant classic [?] so I'm trying to do some good to balance out the bad karma How you gon be religious and superstitious? They'll be trying to piece you together with super stitches You too pretentious, I'm out for uber riches I'll shoot a clip in your brain then get blue like computer glitches [Hook: Lil Ugly Mane] I got Bathory motives I bathe in rappers hemoglobins (and that's how it is) I'm sneaking in the back before they notice With this fucking gat that's loaded (And that's how it is) I roll up on my foe and grab my quota Then dispose of my opponents (And that's how it is) Then I'm smoking on the doja like a soldier Till my brain the size of protozoa (And that's how it is) [Verse 3: Lil Ugly Mane] Bitch I got Bathory motives, I bathe in rappers hemoglobins Blow my nose in your rhyme book and still have doper approaches I'm flashing bitches the Cobra, you flashing lights on the modem Sip Jack and soda with Oprah and laugh at you decomposing Smoke half of the OZ and pass out later on codeine I body more rappers in raps, I'm killing the wack shows you promoting I'm zoning, not overdosing I told you I'm morose with these flows that I'm composing Some links I'm talking Cuban I don't bother with blue checks The who's-who abused the who's next, the who's crews moves next My team stack cheese, we touched more keys than Brubeck Proof is in the pudding, turned stone killers to oobleck Rhymes stanky like boot sweat, Ugly Mane and Nick F Two pistols and two TECs Left your whole stoop wet then finished it with a suplex Told him he should walk it off, you know that Richmond be the city that we mob! [Verse 4: Nickelus F] First Tity Boi went to 2 Chainz, Malice went to No Malice Then Nickel F went to Petey I'm sitting sweet with 3 grams in a Dutch until I'm staggering drunk And hang loose like a fucking dashiki I saved for two months to try and get a pair of Yeezys At the same time my auntie lost her foot to diabetes I grew a beard like a yak, it's hella peasy Get everything I want without a genie believe me, nigga A hornet flew into my mouth while I was singing out I just bit the head off *ptew* spit the stinger out It flew across the room and hit the wall like a dart Bulls eye, when I pull mine I always hit the mark You know I'm here to ball, showed up to the mall With a fucking shopping cart, like nigga knock it off But I'm like fuck you, you don't know how hungry I was Bitches wouldn't fuck, you don't know how horny I was Just a young nigga, trying to make a name out this bitch But niggas acting like they don't hear what I'm saying out this bitch They steady trying to trap me in a lane out this bitch But this is god body rap, I made my claim out this bitch It's like I walked out of a tomb after three days out this bitch Smoking on something that's smelling like a grave out this bitch I'm out for steak and mashed potatoes with the gravy out this bitch All I'm tryna hear is yes, ain't no maybes out this bitch Niggas steady asking what happened with Drake up out this bitch But I'm like fuck that shit I got four babies out this bitch I've been busting my ass, y'all been lazy out this bitch First pitch of the inning but I'm going crazy out this bitch I done took it to the max, B and I'm wavy out this bitch And I pray that nigga get free and we can get wavy out this bitch Man you know my shit is crack, I'm from the 80s out this bitch So ain't no more free music, y'all gon' pay me out this bitch