Bitch You Don't Love Me, You Love What I Stand For

Fire to the booth Like a boof in the studio, 3rd grade rackin rhymes and riddles For the Haribo All these niggas horrible We can’t get in line with ya Glock knockin off his yarmulke Happy hanukah Wolf gang tendencies Wolf fang like yamcha Young nigga yearnin for the yoppa Gotcha You aint breakin bread with Ya kin Nigga thats haram Pineal gland stands Incantation with the jagan Abnegation of proclamations Don’t be wastin my time Colonization ain’t no different From a suicide bomb Rocky dennis Boy i had to get my head right I been duckin fabrication since My birthright Runnin amuck Had the love for brothers That stuck Like they was sergeant roebuck Had to duck for cover from Suckas that was talkin robust Huey, dewey, louie the bucks Niggas was scroogin it up Screwin the judge and executioner Slidin on the rich like Lil uzi vert Givin all the props to the Producer like Hov did on Lucifer Holes for the juveniles You won’t get ya time back Learn to make a beat or Get to robbin like Yelnats Grabbed the mic and ask them “Can i kick it” Like i stanned Lee Zero to a hero Got me feelin like i’m (Excelsior!) Got me feelin like the Blood of God Nappy headed soldier Get the willpower from my mom