Operation: Kill Rap

All day (bitch), Fucking all day
Doing shows, fucking hoes
Getting motherfucking paid nigga
Aww shit, motherfucker damn
I got another wack nigga with a mic up in his hands
I be chilling in the car, wolverine on repeat
Say she wanna fuck your boy, but I ain't fucking up my seats
There's some brain on the sheets, with a thousand dollar vest
Got rap on her knees, and I nutted on her chest
Fuck rap

Fuck rap, nigga, fuck rap, fuck rap (bitch)
Fuck rap, nigga, fuck rap, fuck rap
Everybody do it, nothing special to it
Man you better move it, just use it if you lose it (now go)
Fuck rap, nigga, fuck rap, fuck rap (bitch)
Fuck rap, nigga, fuck rap, fuck rap
Everybody do it, boy there's nothing to it
Man you better use it, just use it if you lose it (now go)

Half of these niggas is not on my lane
I been writing since I was 12
Producing since I was 15
And pitch black with 2 chords and a vinyl converter
I put a sample on its back make it scream out bloody murder
Got some dealing on the burner and I'm spitting out the batter
Chop his body into pieces then I pick a part and gather
Write that shit over a pattern and
EQ, trebble bass doesn't matter
Oh my god I taste an error
So I returned to the crates
Found my next victim and its nighttime sympathize
Oops! I meant synthesize
Spread her legs, up her thighs
Kiss her neck, get it wet
Trojan best, fuck her right