Rap Fucked Up

I may appear to be an Average Jo... [Verse 1: Tef Poe] Uh... Yea... Tef Poe... Uh... Yea... War Machine... 3... Death is not an option... Swag... All that dumb shit... Fuck hip hop... Fuck hip hop... Haha I ride for my villains, cry for my villains Die for my villains, we topple the ceilin's On top of my villains On top of they shoulders I stand, shots rang out from a van Ride with my nigga Kris that's my lesbian homegirl That ain't never gave a fuck about shit Down when I'm poor Still be around when a nigga get money and I'm motherfuckin' rich Fuck all of these rap niggas ... That's how a motherfucker really do feel I'll sell my soul to the devil just to see my momma on another level ... I'm real I'll die for my nigga Nate and his son Nas Just to see my nigga's son shine like the motherfucking sun god (Uh...) Rap fucked up, nigga I don't give a fuck I'm one of the young boys that's fuckin' it up Got a red beam for my niggas smokin' on sherm, got his motherfuckin' mind blown Footklan, proceed pop pills, smoke weed, in a cyclone Gettin' head 'til I get ahead, then I get ahead from the wrath of the motherfuckin' po-po Caught a plane out to Cuba had a talk with my nigga Makaveli, "Let me borrow that fo-fo" Rap game gettin' fucked in the back 'til I put her in a choke hold So, young nigga comin' up from the gutter got us all loco Boy, listened to Biggie and thought I could do it Listened to Nas and thought I could do it Listened to Jeezy and thought I could do it Listened to Jigga and thought I could do it Fresh out the kitchen, my mission to prove it [Hook: Tef Poe] Rap fucked up, nigga I don't give a fuck I'm one of the young boys that's fuckin' it up Swag... Swag... Swag... Uh... Rap fucked up, nigga we don't give a fuck We part of the young boys that's fuckin' it up Swag... Swag... Swag... Rap fucked up, nigga I don't give a fuck I'm one of the young boys that's fuckin' it up Swag... Swag... Swag... Rap fucked up, nigga I don't give a fuck I'm one of the young boys that's fuckin' it up Swag... Swag... Swag... Uh... [Verse 2: Tef Poe] It's the return of the pistol poppin', drug sellin', black children livin' with depleted options... uh... Nigga we don't see no runnin' water, send a prayer to the sky but I don't see no savior comin'... uh... Single mother turnin' bitter, she say she don't need no nigga, she don't see what she becomin'... uh... And I'm loadin' up for my real villains In the whirl wind 'til the world ends And I'm puffin' on dro like I never did feel feelin's Six lost souls in an all black car, roll down the window and spot 'em and send 'em to the stars Then, God tell me if there's life on Mars Footklan mercenary, die for the cause I rock well with my nigga Rockwell See me in Pagedale in a fuckin' jail cell You listened to Marshall and thought I could do it I listened to him and knew I could do it Fresh out the kitchen, my mission to prove it Fresh out the kitchen, my mission to prove it Uh... [Hook: Tef Poe] Rap fucked up, nigga I don't give a fuck I'm one of the young boys that's fuckin' it up Swag... Swag... Swag... Uh... Rap fucked up, nigga we don't give a fuck We part of the young boys that's fuckin' it up Swag... Swag... Swag... Rap fucked up, nigga I don't give a fuck I'm one of the young boys that's fuckin' it up Swag... Swag... Swag... Rap fucked up, nigga I don't give a fuck I'm one of the young boys that's fuckin' it up Swag... Swag... Swag... Uh...