RATS

Everyone that knows me, they know one thing, I hate rats You know, when we started killing them in Borough Hall You know, some of the same folks that are criticizing us now Called me a murderer because I was killing rats Well, you know what, we're gonna kill rats The rats are absolutely going to hate this announcement The rats don't run this city, we do We have achieved a monumental victory In humanity's war against rats We are taking the fight to the rats This is not Ratatouille Rats are not our friends Ay, bitch, we don't f*ck with rats Put them in a box and chop his head off and send it back I got the paperwork, it ain't nothing but some facts Put a bag on your head, it ain't nothing but some racks Yo, bitch, you suck me up, I get the low, I'm sending threats All these niggas pussy, that's why I be killing all the rats I slapped you in your face and took your chain, bitch, go get it back I'm a maniac, I'm insane You don't do no leg shots, I'm aiming for your fucking brain I want this head top, put it on the Christmas tree I'm a fucking maniac, bitch, you better not play with me I be hanging with them Haitians, huh, throw them fucking Zs If you playing with my brother, huh, put your ass to sleep I be making all this money, huh, you know how I be If you want exotic bags, then you gotta pay the fee This ho tryna set me up, she don't know her ABCs I be killing all the rats and I be rapping on these beats Ay, bitch, I exterminate some shit All these pussy niggas talking, they ain't never hit no lick All these pussy niggas talking, there ain't never been no shit Bag on your head, damn man walking, you should've never did that shit Ay, we smoking on rats All these pussy niggas pissed How the f*ck you tryna diss when you ain't even drop no dicks Headshots, ain't no leg shots, bitch, I'm heaven sent Why the f*ck you pocket watching, bitch, don't worry about that shit I be sipping on that dirty yank dirty drank All these niggas pussy, when they come around, they start to stank I'm a scamming nigga, punch made dev, who you bank Blasting with this 40, I ain't got no paint Drug dealer, it's a dope day Casting on niggas, like a net, it ain't crochet Painting pictures, what I see I don't care what you say I keep talking bout niggas, I run this shit I talk my shit