nothin' but business

microphone check 1

2 what is this?

microphone check 1

2 what is this?

yeah!

i'm the stage crasher

high out my mind at the rave bastard

despised by the mass-media call the gay basher

every statement that i make stays for days after

internet pussies lolin with the brave laughter

some backpacker try an battle me i'll slap ya

this me

this is how i had ta be

i mean it has ta

every minute i'm alive is an obscene disaster

i like the dock it's in my heart

fuck a greener pasture

i'm withdrawn from all the fucking shit i'm on

living wrong

hear my hatred seed through every bitter song

sleep on me

you're a sheep

you're a coward

i'm a creep hold a blade to neck shove it and deep

my records runnin' the streets

reckless son of a beach

punned up freak

only dealin' g's that's my steez

i make a hundred a week

dime pieces suck me 'til i come in the cheak

under the sheets

dumb as they can be they call it ignorance

it's money to me

fuck the world dog i'm staying with the cash on me

i ain't hard to find

go ahead and ask for me

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2 what is this?

you can take it personal it's nothing but business

a little weed smoke

and some liquor

throw your motherfucking hands in the air

we got a eight ball and some bitches

put your motherfucking hands in the air

wow

lost and i'm high wave

amber rose smirnoff shots top with high grain

two hoes they tops exposed low grade

c's d's and ass with a pro rate

you playin' a probate

lockin her to the home

i'm letting her live the porn way

she locked to a bone

i'm menage in my home

you moist palm and grown

with your wife in the next room playing br songs

you playing all wrong

she ain't paying the coaches salary

can't be mickey and mallory no more

just pimpin' at my home with a flat in cabo

they fax my next flow

flip text with escrows

so pass the xo

i'm drunk and it doesn't bother me

since i ain't living in poverty no more

this the panoramic roof with the two tone flow

and i don't need to know shit if i do know dough

so

fuck the world dog i'm staying with the cash on me

i ain't hard to find

go ahead and ask for me

microphone check 1

2 what is this?

you can take it personal it's nothing but business

a little weed smoke

and some liquor

throw your motherfucking hands in the air

we got a eight ball and some bitches

put your motherfucking hands in the air

who's nastier?

no one spit the news raspier

i'll chew half of ya

my crews after you

massacre

in the street making cake flip

no spatula

passenger

in the acura with a after puff

laughing

but ain't nothing funny but the money

i'm hungry

you give me counterfeit you take it from me

i throw your ass off a fucking bridge and cut the bungees

spit a lungie from my tummy on your corpse you fucking dummy

if you do survive you be looking like the mummy

the new hefner

turn your bitch into my bunny

pour some gin for me

patrone second round

grey goose 80 proof mix it up

put it down

ahh throw your hands up

throw your grands up

get your man smacked just for tryin to hand cuff

get a damn slut to get my glands buffed in my man's truck

on the camera

that's the plan it's your man knuck

fuck the world dog i'm staying with the cash on me

i ain't hard to find

go ahead and ask for me

microphone check 1

2 what is this?

you can take it personal it's nothing but business

a little weed smoke and some liquor

throw your motherfucking hands in the air

we got a eight ball and some bitches

put your motherfucking hands in the air